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Manager!Seijoh IWA ROUTE

a/n: uwuwuwuwuwu my mans iwa chan :’)

IM A SIMP FOR IWAIZUMI HAJIME (27) ATHLETE TRAINER

uwu filo!iwa in this :)

and also, listen to lauv while reading this since i wrote this and that song was playing on repeat O_O and also this song

this is my self-request uwu

HES SUCH A POUTY BABIE BLS LOVE ON HIM

onwards we goooo

hihihihihihi yey im so excited for this yall dont even know

ANYWAYS

so,,,,

when iwa first saw you, he thought you were just a cute little thing

your shorter height, your puffy cheeks, and the wide eyes you had whenever you saw someone, or him, do a really cool spiking move

he initially thought of you as a cute little sister hes never had

ehehe that finna change

then the,,,, bullying thing happened

if youd like to read this part, its right here

when he saw you bloodied, all battered,

dear lordie he was finna break some ankles

ONG I WAS JUST TALKING ABOUT SANGWOO YET HERE I AM

like that image of you will probably stay in his memory until he dies of the ripe age of 200

ngl it kinda traumatized him a little bit of how tired and pained you look with the tears rolling down your face and the blood that was escaping your body through your wounds

god you didnt deserve any of that

you deserved the world and the universe yet some people dared to take away your worth

ooo he was so mad

miyo was,,,, hurt??

can i say that??

i dont wanna,,,, explain bara arms iwa hurting a girl so youre gonna have to imagine that for yourselves

but at the end when they said slap, he didnt just ✨S L A P ✨ her

he ✨ B R O K E S O M E A N K L E S ✨

oiks is actually scared of him after that

like oiks had to peel him off of her and towards the infirmary where you and the team were

‘IWAIZUMI HAJIME, STOP!’

oof the first and last time oikawa tooru ever said that full name

he was breathing heavy and he was so ✨ A N G R Y ✨ with what she did to you yet he hears your soft scoldings, telling him off for hurting a girl

he wanted to see you

like right now

iwa tore himself from oikawa’s grasp and ✨ N Y O O M E D ✨ himself to the nurse’s office

there, you sat on the bed with the others scattered either on other beds or on the floor

you smiled at the sight of him and he walked towards you and engulfed you in his arms

‘youre okay now. im here’

he whispered and you buried your face into his chest, breathing in his unique scent

lavender mixed with peppermint

he refused to leave your side so he ✨ M A D E ✨ some room on the bed beside you to sit and he wrapped his arm around your waist, holding you close

you held his hand while oikawa talked to you and as you shamefully bowed your head

but you were forgiven and everything was all good until the third years really got into plan

makki and mattsun promised to handle it all as they had family in the justice field while oikawa would go and get the girl suspended

‘but what about me?! i want-’

‘iwaizumi, you literally hit her. it’d be best if you’re not involved right now as you were the only one who physically touched her in a harmful manner like that’

ong when it come to y/n, the meme team is replaced by the assassin team

he tried to fight but in the end, 3 overpowered 1 and he was forced to sit back and opted to comfort you instead

he made sure you were safe to walk home but that day, you were the one who asked him to spend time with him

just you two

like after seeing him seethingly enter back into the room, you reached out and held his hand in yours, eyes trained on your fingers fiddling with his

‘iwa-san,,,, you said you downloaded the new godzilla movie?’

you whispered but he could still hear you and his heart swelled at your meek voice

‘yea, i did. and my mom bought those chips you like’

your eyes flitted up to meet his eyes and a soft smile spread on your lips and there was this thumping in his heart

maybe that was the first time that iwaizumi hajime felt differently towards you

a smile that seemed to be differently perceived than the rest

and it wasnt for the whole team

it was for him

and him alone

the trek to his house was quiet but you would hum nursery rhymes or the songs you heard earlier in the radio while skipping every few steps and tightly holding on to his hand

iwaizumi’s olive eyes watched you still radiate energy despite being so hurt for a long time

they then trailed to your linked hands and he unintentionally squeezed it, only figuring out he did it when you looked up to him and squeezed it back with a smile

he wanted to do something to make you forget of what happened

he didnt want you to think about the cruelty and pain so he was going to make sure you would continue smiling

thankfully, his parents werent home so he wouldnt have to explain why he has a bandage-covered girl with him

iwa led you upstairs to where his room was and your eyes widened when you saw what was inside

tiny action figurines of animes like bakugo from boku no hero academia or a tiny pikachu on his desk

there was a large country flag that you didnt recognize and a few godzilla posters and volleyball players decorating beside it

however, besides those normal things you wouldve expected,

there were many polaroids

polaroid pictures that were everywhere with no specific layout pattern and just placed anywhere that had room

iwa watched as you dazedly walked forward and entered the room to move towards the wall by his desk that had the most pictures against it

from pictures of him and oikawa to the third years to him and his parents or just the sunrise and human silhouettes

your fingers reached forward and traced the picture of him and the third years when they were still first years and took a spontaneous trip to the beach

‘mattsun stole his dad’s car and drove us to the beach without a license’

iwaizumi’s voice answered your questions and you looked back, shimmering eyes

this room,,, wasnt just a normal, teenage boy’s room

this was a room that represented iwaizumi hajime

from his natural character description like his love for volleyball evident in the volleyball player posters to the underneath description that was hidden like his love for godzilla and his love of taking pictures of the people he cares about the most

it was all that made up iwaizumi hajime

your feet took you to stand in front of him, still standing at the doorway, and you stood on your toes to try and be eye-level with him

‘youre really cool, iwa-san’

you whispered and his ears turned red, not from the compliment, but by the close distance between you two

iwa clearedhis throat and ruffled your hair roughly, pushing you down slightly back to the balls of your feet

‘i already knew that, brat. now go and sit over there and be comfortable or whatever while i go get the food’

he hurriedly turned to hide his growing red face but you stopped him

‘iwa-san,,, ano,,, can,, i borrow a hoodie?’

you mumbled, nervously thinking he might refuse

but he grunted a response, not bothering to turn around

‘take your pick’

you smiled and thanked him before bounding over to the wardrobe that was pushed against the wall across his bed that was against the corner by his window

inside had so many hoodies and there were also shirts that were hung up on the other half

they were all graphic tees that either had american bands or anime or game references

opting for a mint green hoodie that says ‘SONIC NYOOM’, you had an undershirt under your button up and as you slipped the bloodied long sleeve off, he swung the door open, eyes focused on the tray of coke filled glasses

then he looked up and almost dropped it at the sight of you,,, like that

‘OH MY GOD SORRY’

he shrieked and carefully but hurriedly backtracked back to the hallway

ofc you were shocked too but you quickly put the hoodie on and went to get him

iwaizumi’s heart was hammering in his chest and he was VERY red with embarrassment

how could he see you like that?!

a girl who wasnt his shouldnt be seen like that by his eyes!

a touch on his arm reminded him of his position and he was still holding the tray but it was clear from the liquid in the cups that he was shaking slightly

‘iwa-san, its okay. i still had a shirt on so dont misunderstand’

you reasoned and he nodded, still not looking at you

the beginning of the movie was quite awkward as you both were sitting next to each other on the floor, backs against his mattress while the laptop played godzilla in front of yall

but it seems it was just him who was feeling this way bc you were intrigued at this weird monster that was squshing building under its foot and you continued munching on the food

iwa stood up and coughed

‘im going to take a shower’

you paused it and stared up at him, a chip halfway in your mouth

‘oh? you want me to wait for you?’

he agressively shook his head

‘no! its okay i watched it already. just,,,, watch it’

at the end, his words came out jumbled in his hurry to go and calm his heart down

you shrugged and unpaused the movie to continue watching

iwa spent his time in the shower, thinking and trying to think of stupid thoughts like the time oikawa almost choked on a peanut when they were in middle school to distract him of thoughts of how adorable you were

ONG HE WAS JUST SHOWERING AND INNOCENTLY DOING SHOWER THINGS

‘no, i said she was like a sister to me. and a sister she’ll remain’

okay ngl even though theyre not related, im worried yall would be like ‘iNcESt’ but bls a lot of people have tried to sibling-zoned people yet realized they liked them in THAT way

as he wrapped himself with a towel, he then realized

oh my god he didnt bring clothes

LMAO NOOOO IWAAAAA

iwa frantically looked around and he saw his mother’s sakura themed robe and he paused, arguing silently with him if he should wear it

well, it was either that or he went back into the room and showed you,,,,,, this

sucking in a sharp breath, he kept the towel around his waist and slipped his arms through the tight arm holes and he awkwardly tried to keep it tied since he was so much bigger than his tiny mom

what is happening

you saw the door opening and excitedly turned to tell him about this one scene when your voice died down in your throat at the sight of him

here was iwaizumi hajime, ultra muscle buff man who gets abs with a simple glance of the gym, wearing an all too-tight pink, cherry blossom print robe that was so tight the tie around it was shaking to keep it together

‘dont’

he whispered and that snapped your remaining surprise to double over in laughter

‘its so cute! iwa-san, youre so cute!’

you shrieked and he growled and hurriedly went to to grab grey sweatpants and a shirt before running straight back to the bathroom

when he finally came back out, his face was still red and he was pouting as he sat next to you back to his seat

he could feel you staring at him while looking constipated as you held your laugh in and the second your eyes met, your giggles fell out

iwa rolled his eyes

‘yes yes let it out’

‘hehe, iwa-san, i didnt know you had that style’

‘it isnt! i didnt want to walk in here practically naked with you in the room!’

he growled and you nodded, still not quite believing it

‘hai hai. just say you like pink, i wont tell’

you waved and iwa felt offended

‘what do you mean ‘hai hai’?! its really not!’

your lips pursed to keep more giggles in and iwa growled again before lunging to grab your sides and tickling you

of course being careful to not touch your wounds

you shrieked at the ticklish feeling and iwa laughed as you made weak attempts to push him off

‘huh? what was that? whatd you say? cant talk anymore, can ya?’

he teased

‘NO!!!! IWA-SAAAAN!!!!!’

you shouted in between your laughter and he finally let up when you squealed out your apologies and promised to never say it again

you breathed air into your lungs and sat back up to recollect yourselves

iwa saw the strands that escaped your bun and they were scattered everywhere looking messy with your flushed cheeks and teary eyes

oh my god you were beautiful

he was so happy that you still kept that smile despite what happened and he was going to fight to keep it there

forever

it was about nearly the end when you finally realized how different iwaizumi’s hair looked

‘oi, iwa-san, your hair is not naturally spiky?’

he continued eating the chips while still watching the movie

‘what would you expect? even shittykawa’s hair is like this. did ya know that he wakes up extra early to curl it into that shitty mess?’

your jaw dropped

‘EEEHHHH???!!!!!!!’

later, you asked him how he does his hair for school and he blindly reached for the gel that was resting on his desk before tossing it to you

‘here’

you looked at it and flickered over to his hair and then you had the greatest realization

‘GODZILLA-SAMA!’

you pointed and he stopped eating, turning to give you a confused look

‘ha?’

you shrieked in an another round of laughter

‘IWA-SAN LIKES GODZILLA-SAMA SO MUCH HE DOES HIS HAIR AFTER HIM!!!!’

you doubled over to the floor, clutching your stomach and iwaizumi’s flustered expression made you laugh harder

he knew you were smart but,,, not this smart

you figured out his secret

the secret he’s hidden since he was practically a toddler

even his best friend, the guy hes known since he was born, never made the connection

yet here you are, figuring it out not even a year of knowing him

was this part of the many reasons he,, felt his heart beat for you?

oikawa was relieved that you had the bright twinkle in your eyes the next time he saw you and you were actively talking to iwaizumi in that early morning practice

‘oh? y/n-chan, is iwa-chan your best friend now?’

he tried not to sound jealous for his own best friend’s closeness to you and he added a teasing smile for extra measure

okay that hurted me a bit

iwaizumi snarled and blasted the volleyball towards his face before he could even yell or shout

‘iwa-san, dont do that’

you chided softly, small hands wrapping around his muscly arm

but iwa patted your head

‘deserving people deserve things to happen to them’

you rolled your eyes but smiled at him

‘hai hai’

the next week, iwa still kept a close eye on you in case someone else decided to mess with you

but you told him that you swear youd tell him if someone did and he trusts you so he backed off a little

one day, he was eating lunch with the other third years in their classroom when you busted through the door, excitedly holding your phone

‘iwa-san! i figured out what country your flag was!’

he was halfway of shoving rice in his mouth when iwa looked at you

‘oh? you couldve just asked me though?’

you pouted and went to pull a chair from another desk to sit beside him

‘nooo. i wanted to work for that information. so you’re from the philippines, iwa-san?’

he nodded proudly

‘yep’

your eyes shone with interest

‘really?! you look japanese so it must be one of your parents. hey, iwa-san, which island are you from? i read about them and they have like 7641 islands-’

the others watched as you read through the article in your phone and iwa wasnt even following your words, instead staring at you with a dazed look and a lovesick smile

mattsun, makki, and oikawa exchanged looks of surprise because in all the years theyve known him especially oikawa, iwa was never interested in girls and such

he was a straight forward man with goals and straight sight to get them done with no distractions like relationships or love

yet here he was

slowly falling in love with you without even knowing he is

he continued to fall with the simplest things about you

from the perfume that you wore everyday to the way you would tuck your hair behind your ear when you were talking to someone

little quirks he used to miss was now being noticed even if you were right behind him and not in his line of vision

now, the boys were starting to see the difference of their precious ace

it was as if when he started to like you, they knew immediately by how he was acting

then one day during practice, you were late and they were all looking around for you and when they couldnt find you, they met back in the gym with nervous looks

iwa was already pacing around, a scary aura radiating off of him, and kindaichi, who went with him to look around the school, warned the others of iwaizumi’s worry

‘he was slamming doors open and he was walking so fast i had to run to even keep up with him’

then you busted through the gym door

you were actually picking up food for the team and sweets and you were held up when makki’s puffs were still being cooked

they rallied around you to make sure you werent hurt and you assured them but iwa pulled them away like picked them up and threw them off to the side and took you in his arms

iwa thought you were hurt and he was so worried something happened to you again

the hug was bone-crushing with how hard he was squeezing you but you felt his worry though and you freed your arms to wrap them around his neck

‘im okay, iwa-san’

you whispered in his ear and he nodded

‘let me hold you for a second’

he mumbled and you nodded

‘oi, theres food in the bags so make sure you eat it all. coach paid for it all so dont leave behind anything’

the mention of the food distracted them from you and iwa and they piled on top of each other to reach their food first

iwa was grateful that you distracted the others from seeing him being vulnerable towards you

‘i thought-’

‘shh,,, you have me right here, right now. safe and sound’

you knew how much seeing you all battered messed him up and his attempt of making you forget about it has been

and his worry of you being gone without no sign of where you went will forever be there and he will always have that thought in the back ofhis mind

the next time you came over, you actually met his parents

since you went home early before, you didnt catch his parents when they came home around 10 minutes after you left

but this time, they were already home with his mom cooking dinner while his father was sitting on the dining chair reading a newspaper

iwa walked through the door, shouting he was home, and you did the same thing to be customary

oof his parents were surprised

his mom turned around to share a look of surprise with her husband

sure they havent seen tooru in a while but they were pretty sure his voice wasnt that high pitched

right?

‘hajime, did you hit tooru so much you ruined his-’

then his mother stopped talking at the sight of you holding iwa’s hand tightly when yall stepped around the corner

you sheepishly smiled at them and bowed your head in greeting

oh my

so this was why iwaizumi hajime-san was really really really handsome

his parents were freaking good looking

like his mother was aphrodite with her flawless melanin skin and doe shaped eyes with a mole under her left eye

and his father was like ares, so handsome yet still manly and his appearance was a special type of good-looking with his buffness and ruffed appearance

‘iwa-san, i didnt know your parents were gods’

you mumbled, still staring at them

iwaizumi choked and coughed, flustered

‘oh my!’

his mother placed a hand over her mouth

‘hello’

his father stood up to walk in front of you and held his hand out

‘i’m hajime’s father’

you let go of hajime’s hand to shake his own with both of your hands

‘really nice to meet you! i’m l/n y/n! seijoh volleyball manager! first year!’

you introduced then stepped aside to fully bow 90 degrees

iwaizumi thought it was so cute of how flustered you were at meeting his parents

‘ay nako! nak, i didnt know you had such a beautiful girlfriend!’

she squealed and hurriedly went to stand in front of you and gently grasped your arms to stand you back straight and took a good look at you

‘youre so beautiful, iha. nice skin, pretty eyes, ang ganda!’

even with your research of tagalog, you didnt quite understand what she was saying

iwa noticed your slightly confused expression and he laughed, tucking his hands in his pockets

‘sorry, my nay speaks in taganese when she gets excited’

‘t-taganese?’

‘tagalog and japanese’

you nodded in understanding

it was time to put your basic reserach to test

‘hello po’

you greeted her and nervously took her hand and pressed the back of it to your forehead before slowly lowering it down and letting go

her wide eyes made you think you did something bad or even offensive!

‘i-i’

‘HAY NAKO, HAJIMEE~!’

she shrieked

‘YUNG-!!! YUNG-!!!’

okay im terrified

iwa noticed his mother’s malfunction and gently wrapped his arm around her shoulder and veered her back to her kitchen

‘sorry about her, l/n-chan. its just,,,, hajime hasnt brought home a girl before. and you doing that mustve done it in for her’

you worriedly watched hajime calm his mom down with a smile and talking to her hushed

in their perspective,,,

‘shes so nice, nak! marry her, okay? shes very pretty and she made an effort to please your nanay, so go and marry her!’

ohmylord im nervous

initially, iwa only wanted to go and hang out with you and watch a movie

not have a full dinner with his family

lmao i shouldve told you that youve been friends for months now

his mother cooked sinigang and adobo and more filipino dishes, adding even more when she saw you were joining them

the dining table was covered with a large plate full of food and you were so fascinated because this was a side of iwa that you wanted to know more about

‘wow!’

you said, not thinking, at the deep-fried fish that still had its eyeballs intact

iwa genuinely thought you would’ve shyed away from it in disgust but your eyes were glistening with genuine interest

‘iwa-san! youre so lucky you get to eat this stuff!’

you told him, looking over at his direction

while mrs iwaizumi was lading in the soup into the big bowl, mr iwaizumi was sitting at the dining table, watching your interaction and hajime telling you what each food was and your noises of surprise

he watched his son laugh when you said the palabok reminded you of the orange boy hinata

and he also watched his son look at you so lovestruck and exactly like how he looks at his wife

soon, his mother finished and they rounded the table before saying a quick prayer to bless the food and digging in

‘so, what do you want to start with, iha?’

mrs iwaizumi asked and your wide eyes looked around

‘hm, im not sure. whats your favorite iwa-san?’

you looked to your right towards hajime who was busy eating and stopped before pointing his lips towards a direction

‘that one’

‘hah?’

you asked

mrs iwaizumi laughed at her son’s actions

‘sorry, l/n-chan, my son has adapted my traits. he was pointing to this, adobo. do you want some?’

‘yes please’

the smell made your mouth water and you started to tuck in

maybe it was your managerial instincts, but you used your napkin to wipe hajime’s lips and he was also used to this and turned his head to make it easier for you then he went to grab the water jug and re-fill your glass

once it was done, you both silently went back to eating

his parents watched his exchange and it was like watching a married couple taking care of each other

‘so, l/n-chan, you said you were their manager’

mr iwaizumi started and you nodded, wiping your lips

‘yes. i have been for a while now and please, call me y/n’

‘hajime actually told us he had a new manager for his team and tooru told us too. but we didnt know you were a girl. its just so interesting for hajime to bring you home as he has never really had any female friends’

mrs iwaizumi’s comment made you chuckle and iwa’s eyes widened in embarassment

‘nay! of course ive had female friends! ive had friends from all genders!’

he reasoned but you teasingly smiled at him

‘ah, im not really surprised. iwa-san doesnt exactly have the appearance that girls are brave enough to approach’

he sent you a betrayed glance

‘hah?! what’s that supposed to mean?!’

you shrugged, going back to your food

‘im just saying that you always have this intense look in your eyes and youre always frowning. but its cute so its fine. and besides, i dont think theyve seen you laugh since you dont really smile a lot, iwa-san’

‘but you’ve seen me smile!’

‘eung. but its only to me. if they knew the stuff i knew like you being a godzilla fan or your collection of succelents, theyd see you like oikawa-san’

‘HAH?! YOU SEE ME LIKE SHITTYKAWA?!’

mrs iwaizumi held her husband’s hand on the table as they watched you both bicker and tease each other with a smile

hajime has always been on the rougher side of things and he doesnt really have many close friends other than the team and even then, tooru is the only one he can really be himself around

yet here you are, bringing out the boy hajime really is and making him laugh, a sound his parents dont really hear outside the house

and your eyes

god, your eyes held admiration, life,,,, and you might not know this yet,, but love

her eyes trailed her son who teasingly headbutted you and you faking a surprise and doing the same

then you heard his father’s cough which brought you back to where you were and the situation and the people that were there

you felt embarrassment creeping up inside you and you bowed

‘im sorry for acting like that, iwaizumi-san. i-’

‘no, dont apologize, darling. please, dont’

her soft smile made the nerves in you ease and hajime’s father winked at him and he knew exactly what his father was trying to say

after dinner, you volunteered to wash the plates but they veered you away from there and towards the living room

‘oh my god, pops! stop her!’

hajime whined because he knows what his mother was going to do

she was going to show him his baby pictures

you sat on the beige couch and watched as she reached under the coffee table and revealed a few albums that had iwaizumi hajime written on the cover

‘now, y/n-chan, hajime wasnt always this pouty. in fact, he used to always have a smile on his face and laughed at the littlest things! like right here! a leaf fell on him and he-’

stories of his childhood was exchanged throughout the night and you were laughing so hard that tears were falling out of your eyes while hajime wrapped your shoulders with his arm and he would squeeze you tightly whenever you made fun of him

‘oh dear! iwa-san! you-!’

you didnt finished as you continued to laugh and he sighed

‘nay, can we go eat dessert now?’

he asked his mother and she was beginning to feel sorry for him so she smiled and nodded

‘okay. hajime, come help me’

‘iwaizumi-san, i can-’

‘no, y/n-chan. dont you worry your pretty little head about anything and just look through more of these pictures’

hajime followed his mother to their kitchen before she stopped and turned around

his mother’s height was around 5′1 so she had to look up to meet his eyes and her hands were clasped around his biceps

she is definitely beautiful and he cursed at how little he got from his mother other than her skin color

mrs iwaizumi married her husband and immigrated to japan to have a family and your polite action from earlier moved her as she hasnt experienced that in nearly 2 decades

‘nay, shes,,,, just a friend’

he reasoned, a wobbly smile to cover up his want for that title to change

yet mothers def knows best and saw right through it

she gave him a firm look with furrowed eyebrows and pursed lips

‘nak, dont lie to yourself. i raised you to never tell a lie and lying to yourself is considered lying to someone. she’s not your KAibigan, shes your kaIBIGan’

now, hajime knew a little bit of tagalog as his mother made sure he was able to at least speak to his relatives back home

so he got a hint of what she was saying yet was confused

then he realized it

his blush creeped up his neck and he chuckled, ducking his head low to avoid his mother’s eyes

‘nak, listen to me. papunta ka pa lang, pabalik na ako. youre still growing and you may be confused right now, but make sure to think wisely and dont live with regrets. nanay doesnt want you to go through it all by yourself since she knows how hard it was. so please, listen to me and pursue her. shes special, hajime. she makes you so, so happy. i see it in your eyes, her eyes, god has fated you together. i feel it’

now if a filipino mother actually tells their son to go after a girl, thats a pretty big thing as its known that mothers are the hardest to convince and are fiercely protective of their sons, especially if its an only son, but mrs iwaizumi literally tells hajime to go court you because she sees how happy you make him and is willing to let hajime go to you

definitely his mother’s words stuck to him and as he walked you home, he was busy thinking that he was quiet and you were worried as he would be talking right now

‘iwa-san? you okay?’

you asked and he blinked, taken back to reality from his daydream

‘hm, yea’

he answered to look at you

hes been pining for months now and he slipped his hand into yours, holding it tightly

uwu if you want to see iwa moments with y/n, read through the seijoh manager series as theres a lot of them in there

he wanted you yet, he knew it would be selfish of him to keep you in the future

he would be a college student while you’re in your 2nd year

would you want to be so far away from him?

could you handle it?

‘yanno, iwa-san, your dad told me something interesting’

you suddenly said, squeezing his hand and kicking rocks while looking up at the night sky

‘what was it? something embarrassing?’

he immediately feared that they told you that story when he was still potty training and he fell straight into the toilet

‘hmm,,, no. he told me that he met your nanay when she was a high school student and he was a in an intern at your lolo’s company’

iwa listened and he had a smile at how you said the tagalog word for grandfather

‘he said she almost ran him over by her bike and she fled but they met again when she visited your lolo. through that, they became friends and then she confessed to him. apparently, he declined because she was younger than him, although just 3 years, and he was leaving for his own country in a few months so he didnt know if she would wait for him’

were,,,, you reading his mind?

iwa knew of his parents story yet with you telling it, it sounded a million times more interesting

‘yet she promised him. thats it, just a promise. that she would remain faithful to him, she would keep herself for him and when she finally graduates, she would go and find him and they could be happy together. he said it was the longest 3 years of his life yet when he saw in the airport, he felt like the wait was worth it. because he gets to hold the embodiment of happiness in his arms for the rest of his life’

you finished and he hummed

‘times have changed, y/n’

‘even you?’

you stopped walking and he naturally stopped too

‘would you wait for me like he did if i promised myself to you? if i promised you that despite the few years of waiting, i would still be yours and remain yours until we’re ready to be together?’

WHAT IS HAPPENING!!!!!!!

iwa’s heart was drumming in his chest and he wanted so desparately to look at you in the eyes but you were making that impossible as your head was bowed and your eyes were fixed on the concrete you both stood on

‘of course, i would’

your head snapped up and e/c clashed with olive eyes

‘i would wait for you. we may,,, be young right now. and they might think we’re,,, being impulsive. but i dont care. because right now, all that matters, is you and me. we can think about the consequences later, but right now, i just want to kiss you’

he admitted, red ears seen by the moonlight

your body shook

‘do it, no balls’

well,,,, he has the balls

and under the moon, at 8:34 pm, iwaizumi hajime kissed you

OML THIS REMINDS ME OF THAT SEIJOH SHORT WHEN HE WAS TALKING TO OIKAWA AND HIS NEIGHBORS ARE LIKE ‘AH SHITE HERE WE GO AGAIN’

it didnt come as a surprise to the team when yall announced your relationship

well,, you both actually didnt tell them outright until like weeks later

what can you say?

you and iwa are very private people and you dont really like to show off in public

even though yall lit rally are stuck to the hip and he does things that he doesnt even think hes doing but he is totally doing

you were only caught by,,, guess who

mrs iwaizumi

it was weeks when she met up with mrs oikawa bc theyre totally best friends and thats why their sons are best friends

she told her of her son’s girlfriend and how sweet you were and how mrs oikawa should be jealous that her son doesnt have a girlfriend like that and the standards for oikawa’s future girlfriend was raised just by that teasing

oikawa literally came into after school practice after a phone call with his mother, fuming

you were talking to kindaichi and yahaba with iwa beside you, arm around your waist totally not obvious guys

and yall just saw an angry oikawa stomping towards yall

‘y/n-chan, iwa-chan, why the hell did my mom just call me and tell me that im not allowed to bring home a girl if she doesnt have h/c with s/c (skin color) and e/c and h/m (height measurement)?’

you shrugged

‘oikawa-san, i’ve never even met your mom before’

but iwa had a hunch

‘ahh,,,, my mom mustve been bragging to your mom. yanno how they are’

oikawa shot him a disbelieving look

‘IWA-CHAN! ITS BAD ENOUGH THAT YOU GOT A GIRLFRIEND AND I DONT! BUT ITS WORSE THAT YOUR RELATIONSHIP IS AFFECTING MY FUTURE ONE!’

he ranted, completely unaware that he just outed your entire relationship to the team

tbh they werent even surprised

like they were all ‘damn now shes taken. but cant say i didnt see that coming’

they took it pretty well too

they know how iwa is and they literally respect this mans and if anything, out of the whole team, he is the best candidate for your boyfriend

dating iwa is totally normal and yall just have increased touches?? like i dont know how to explain like he’s constantly holding your hand or arm around your waist or shoulder etc

literally nothing changed

you still have dinners at his house and iwa also knows your family and all that

and the most important thing is,

he kept that promise

even when he was literally at the other side of the world,

he still remained yours and you kept your own promise and waited patiently for his return

OOOOO TIMESKIP IWAIZUMI HAJIME (27) ATHLETE TRAINER

a little girl with bouncing dark brown hair was giggling as she maneuvered herself around the tall people

a shout from her parents and little sister was only making her run faster until she crashed into the legs of the person she’s been looking for

his blue jersey was similar to hers and she raised her arms up with a bright smile

‘uncle!’

she yelled and he chuckled before hoisting her up to his arms

‘ah, reyna-chan, didnt mom and dad tell you to wait for them? look! tala-chan is crying because you left her’

she followed his finger to her little sister, who was in her father’s arms, crying and reaching out for her

‘nee-chan!’

she screeched

finally, her parents were there and you were scolding her for running off

‘reyna, just dont do that again’

you said and she nodded, pouting and holding her uncle’s thumb

‘thank you, tooru-san. i dont know what i would do if she got lost’

oikawa grinned then gently patted the hat-covered head of the newborn baby girl that was strapped to your chest

‘hehe, its okay, y/n-chan. after all! uncle is always there to save reyna-chan!’

she shrieked when he held her up and hajime shook his head in his antics

‘where’s the others? i saw them in the stands but-’

he was cut off when he heard the shouts and yells from the other side that could only belong to your boys

‘woooo!!!!’

kindaichi’s voice echoed through the place and mattsuhana were rushing to greet their goddaughters

tala shyly accepted the arms of mattsun while makki was squealing quietly when darna was holding his finger tightly as she slept

‘taka-san, wanna hold her? she’s easier to hold when she’s sleeping’

‘oh can i?’

his eyes held the stars as the 11-month-old raised her fist then lowered it back down, sleep still heavy on her

‘waaa~ darna-chan is growing really quickly’

kunimi whispered, peering over his senpai to look at the baby whos eyes kept fluttering

you chuckled while looking at oikawa and him playfully bouncing reyna

‘tooru-san, congratulations on your win. it seems you’ve beaten hajime this time’

you complimented and the brunette smiled brightly at you, adjusting the little girls in his arms

‘ei, y/n-chan, i’ll beat him next time, and next time and the next time!’

every time he said ‘next’ he gave his goddaughter a kiss on her cheek making her giggle

your husband was pouting at the reminder of japan’s loss and you reached over to wrap your arms around him causing hajime to turn his head away from you

‘aww, my 4th baby is sad now’

you cooed and cupped his face delicately on your hands making him sulk and whine

the others, watching the scene, continue to be surprised at this side of their captain that remains to only be caused by you

‘ugh, nearly a decade later and theyre still sappy’

yahaba gagged and watari slapped his back

‘let them be happy’

‘come on! im in the mood for spaghetti! you like spaghetti, tala-chan?’

‘eung!’

mattsun cheered with kindaichi and she raised her hands to share the same energy

once everyone was situated in a restaurant and ordered, small talks were shared around the table of the past

‘haha, spaghetti is how your baba found out about you, tala-chan’

yahaba’s comment made the walking group laugh at the memory of seeing the video you sent in the seijoh group chat

‘i wanted to be creative with my second child since my firstborn was revealed by this loudmouth’

oikawa winced at the indirect diss at him

‘y/n-chan! i was really excited to find out i was going to be an uncle!’

‘youre already an uncle, bakakawa!’

hajime has toned down the insults to keep it pg for the children

‘but-!’

they started to argue, the oldest daughter looking disinterested as she sees this happening or hearing it whenever her dad and uncle video chat

‘it took me forever to find a ‘prego’ pasta sauce in the grocery store like i dont know why. was there a shortage?’

you complained, remembering the frustration

your fellow first years snickered at you and kindaichi prodded fun at you

‘is that why you just outright told him you were pregnant the day you found out?’

you rolled your eyes and watched makki and mattsun and tala watch the youngest as she wiggled her fists in the air and was awake enough to babble ‘makki’ over and over again

that was her first word and although she is now able to say a few words, she still repeats her first word over and over again

‘we had a fight and it just came out so of course i didnt have time to prepare!’

you defended and hajime finished his antics with oikawa just as you said that

‘what-what was your words again? ‘i really want to push you off the roof right now but i want my baby to meet their bastard father first?’‘

you gasped at that regretful statement and punched him in the arm

‘hajime! stop!’

you whined and covered your face with the sleeves of your his hoodie

‘hehe, y/n, you should do that again’

kyotani teased and you glared at him

‘shut up kyotani’

eyebrows were raised

‘eh? are you more hormonal?’

‘do you realize you already have 3 daughters?’

‘iwaizumi-san really wants to have a volleyball team family’

‘at least wait a year and a half, you animals’

‘so,, like hes that good huh?’

hajime growled and leaned over to intimidate but you snarled and jumped on your feet, being held back by the arms by kindaichi and hajime to stop yourself from leaping across the table to kill yahaba

‘keep talking like shite and i’ll make sure none of you become the godfather of this baby’

okay what

one, did you just curse

and two, this baby?!

‘im big sister again?!’

reyna ruined the surprised silence and then chaos ensued

‘WHAT!’

‘BABY?!’

‘THIS BABY?!’

you just realized what you said and smirked at the chaos you created and sat back down, leaning on the back of the chair and smugly taking a sip of your water

‘oh the power i hold in my hands’

you teased and oikawa pointed at you

‘when! how long!’

you looked at hajime who was so shocked that his eyes glazed over and a passerby wouldve thought he was dead

‘apparently 3 months’

oikawa started counting and his eyes widened at that thought

‘you-! you stayed in argentina! in my house! my house-!’

‘yep. both of them created under your house’

what

!!!!!

hajime fainted

oikawa screamed

a/n: okay i admit i got a little too carried away with this one. i just love filo!iwa and this was mostly written in his pov bc cmon we all know we love iwa and fell in love w him the moment we saw him

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When We Went From Friends to This, Part 1: Week 1 (Branjie) - Writworm42

A/N: Fic summary: At the start of their first year of college, roomies Brooke and Vanessa have to quarantine together for two weeks. Fourteen days is a lot of time to bond, but it’s also a lot of time for things to get complicated.

For the lovely Ortega–merry super belated Christmas <3 Thank you Holtz for betaing & suggesting a song for the title, Bean for answering my questions about whether UK stereotypes are true, and Ortega for being patient fdhsjkf

Title from Paper Rings by Taylor Swift

TW for implied weed use

Day 1

“I still can’t believe you gotta go in-person to all these classes, you sure there ain’t a Zoom option?”

Vanessa snorts, and she’s pretty sure that Silky can hear her roll her eyes on the other end of the line. “For dance majors? Bitch, you know that ain’t gonna work.”

But Silky is too stubborn to be fazed by common sense. Instead, her voice gets a little more urgent. “We’re only first year. Start out with something that doesn’t need to be done in-person, then switch majors to dance once this is all over. C’mon, I can’t have my bestie dying Miss ‘Rona here!”

“Christ, you sound like my mom.” Vanessa huffs. “Look, the uni is being very careful, okay? Why else do you think I gotta quarantine for two weeks ahead of the start of term? Plus all clubs have been suspended and meals and showers are booked with time slots for each room. I’m literally seeing no one except the people in my classes and the bitch I’m sleeping next to.”

“But—“

“Listen, I’m at the dorm now, so I gotta go. I’ll call you later, alright?”

“Bye.” Silky’s begrudging send-off brings a flash of guilt to Vanessa’s chest, but only for a moment. Pushing her feelings aside, she hip-checks the door to the dorm building, trying to make her way inside without disrupting the large box she’s holding with one arm or the suitcase she’s trailing behind her with the other.

“Hi, I’m Vanessa Mateo, I think I’m supposed to be room 96?”

The suspiciously stoned-looking guy at the front desk barely looks up from the computer as he slides the keycard across his desk, and at first, Vanessa hovers, waiting for him to launch into a spiel about rules, but a moment passes without him saying anything, so she surges on. The building is a bit of a maze, its cement walls cold and drab despite the colourful posters plastered across it in a desperate attempt to make it more hospitable. By the time she finally reaches her room, she’s almost grateful that she’ll have to stay in it 24/7, given the impression the building and staff have left so far. No matter, though, right now, all she wants is to put down what she’s carrying and collapse onto her bed.

She shifts uncomfortably for a moment, trying to balance her box while also maneuvering her card towards the keypad, but the effort is unsuccessful–when she finally manages to tap the card, she’s met with another obstacle, having to actually open the door without any free arms.

It’s probably not the best impression to kick the door open and promptly drop almost all of your stuff before falling on top of it. Scratch that, it’s definitely not the best impression. Especially when Vanessa looks up at the owner of the voice that’s holding back laughter, asking if she needs help in a soft, calm twang.

Her roommate is tall, blonde, and nothing short of gorgeous. And even as she makes a motion as simple as offering a hand, Vanessa can tell that this girl is the picture of poise and grace.

“What’s your name?” The girl watches with piercing eyes as Vanessa dusts herself off, fighting off a fierce blush as she straightens up and catches her breath.

“Vanessa, but my friends call me Vanjie.” She extends a hand again, and this time, the girl seems rather shy as she takes it, nervously brushing a piece of hair behind her ear.

Huh.

“Nice to meet you, Vanessa. I’m Brooke.”

Day 2

Brooke, as it turns out, is the polar opposite of Vanessa–quiet and reserved, so introverted that Vanessa has to wrestle information out of her. What Vanessa learns about her is interesting - she’s a dance major too, she’s from Toronto, she decided to study here because she wants RAD training as well as to get trained in other styles. She plans to minor in costume design, having an affinity for and attraction to any pattern that involves leather or lace (a kinky detail that Vanessa, much to her shame and embarrassment, files away hungrily). She has two cats back home, Apollo and Henry, that she misses terribly. Everything else Vanessa knows, though, had to be acquired sneakily over their first night together, more observation and speculation than actually asking. Like how Brooke must be a fan of Schitt’s Creek , given that she put out a ‘ fold in the cheese ’ sign on her desk. Or how Lana is probably her favourite artist, because she has a weird habit of not checking if her air pods are actually connected to the school’s shitty bluetooth network and it’s always the first couple notes of Summertime Sadness that play from her laptop before she catches her mistake. Or how her ass is one of the best Vanessa’s ever seen, because Brooke has no shame changing in front of her–

She strikes that part from her mind almost as quickly as she thinks it in the first place. The important thing is, she’s got to spend two weeks with only Brooke to keep her company, and if they stay in this silence, it’s going to get very awkward very soon.

“So… How d’you like Scotland so far?” Vanessa starts, grimacing internally at how stupid the question sounds. But Brooke doesn’t seem to mind; in fact, she smiles kindly as she looks up from her computer, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear again.

“To be honest, I haven’t really seen much of it… Pretty much came right here after I came off the plane.” Her smile turns apologetic as her face flushes pink, clearly self-conscious about the lacklustre answer. That’s okay, though; Vanessa can still work with it.

“Probably a long flight, huh? What’d you do to keep yourself entertained? Or are you a plane sleeper?” Vanessa adds with a teasing grin, and much to her delight, Brooke laughs.

“Nah, I can never sleep on planes. Unless I knock myself out with Gravol or something, at least.” Brooke chuckles, giving a small wink. “I just read a bit, then the airline showed The Notebook, so I watched that.”

“I love that movie!” Vanessa gasps, “I swear I’ve probably seen it, like, three thousand times. It’s just so–”

“Romantic!” Brooke finishes. “The poor guy next to me must have hated me for all the crying I did.”

Her eyes are alight with excitement, and Vanessa can’t help but pick up on it, because finally , the perfect topic, and Brooke likes Vanessa’s favourite movie, and maybe she likes other stuff that Vanessa likes, and they can talk about that together, and–

“So what’s your favourite scene?” Brooke asks eagerly, and Vanessa claps her hands over her face.

“That’s the worst question to ask me, bitch!” Vanessa groans, but grins behind her hands when Brooke laughs, a string of apologies flowing between giggles.

“Sorry, sorry, I should’ve known.” Brooke puts her hands up in mock surrender. “Too many to choose, right?”

“Right.” Vanessa giggles a little too. “Although…” she brings herself up on her elbows as soon as the idea hits her, and for some reason, her heart skips a beat as she formulates the question, a rare flash of nerves hitting her square in the chest.

“Maybe a rewatch would be a good reminder?” Before she can verbalize what she’s thinking, Brooke beats her to the question, blushing again and chewing on her lip.

It’s cute, how shy she is, and Vanessa makes a mental note that she’ll have to help her new roomie break herself of those habits.

“Yeah, lets.” Vanessa smiles warmly, sliding off her bed to grab her laptop from her desk. “Here, we can use my computer.”

She’s only just grabbed the computer and turned around when she falters, realizing with a sinking dread what decision is next.

Either she has to invite Brooke onto her bed, or Brooke has to make room on hers.

It’s just a bed, it’s just a bed, it’s not like you’re inviting her to snog, it’s just sitting down to watch a movie…

So maybe Vanessa’s never had anyone but her friends lounge on her bed before, and her friends certainly don’t make her feel as nervous as Brooke does. Maybe Vanessa’s bed is a little small and Brooke is a little pretty, and the thought of being that close together makes her mouth go dry. And maybe the sudden uncertainty in Brooke’s eyes, too, is imagined, or else doesn’t mean anything that Vanessa thinks it could mean, rejection or reciprocation or suspicion of what Vanessa’s feeling. None of that changes anything right now, because Brooke is smiling again, tapping the space beside her bed to beckon Vanessa over.

“C’mon, let’s watch. If you want, we can even try to find the director’s cut.”

Day 3

Vanessa’s fast-developing fascination with Brooke’s ass isn’t helped by the sight of Brooke stretching on the floor that greets her as she comes back from her shower.

“Oh, hey!” Brooke lifts her leg up into a needle stance, peering between her legs before shifting her weight onto one hand and waving to Vanessa with the other. Her hair is still wet from her turn in the showers, and her current position is causing stray drops of water to trickle onto her arms, making it all too easy for Vanessa to give into temptation and watch as the droplets course over each one of Brooke’s muscles.

Bloody Hell. Vanessa’s got to do a better job of keeping her hormones under control.

“Hey yourself.” She tries to keep her voice casual as she grabs a pair of PJs from her bedside drawer, turning away from Brooke to change.

It’s strange. Vanessa never used to be as shy as she feels now, self-conscious of her nakedness as she drops her robe and begins to re-dress. A few months ago, this would’ve been no problem at all; to be honest, she’s not sure it would be now if she had a different roommate. But with Brooke next to her, watching her or not watching her at all (she can’t decide what’s worse, really), it’s different. She can’t help but wonder what she must look like, what Brooke must see if she’s actually looking. What does it feel like, being in Brooke’s head? What does everything seem, looking through Brooke’s eyes?

But Brooke is comfortable changing around her, and even though there’s no actual rule that says so, Vanessa feels obligated to feel comfortable, too. Partially because if it’s a non-issue, then feeling embarrassed about it might fade. And if that fades, then so will the way she feels every time she lays eyes on Brooke at all.

Right?

Vanessa whips around quickly, the sudden, eerie feeling of being watched making her forget that she doesn’t have a shirt on yet.

“ Christ! ” Brooke hits the floor with a thud, flushing beet red as she scrambles to cover her eyes. “Fuck, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to see–”

“I’ve seen yours, now you get to see mine.” Vanessa rolls her eyes and laughs, hoping that the light tone and faint smirk she forces herself to slap on disguises how secretly mortified she feels. And thankfully, the comment does work; the redness dissipates from Brooke’s face, and she giggles a little, though her gaze stays firmly planted on the ground until Vanessa slides on her t-shirt. Just like that, the awkwardness fades from the air, and things are back to business as usual as Vanessa begins to comb out her hair. Brooke finishes stretching, Vanessa goes to the half-bath to blow her hair dry. Brooke sits at her desk and types intently, Vanessa tries not to peek over Brooke’s shoulder to see who she’s talking to. Brooke stretches out on her bed to look at her phone, and Vanessa does the same to play around on hers.

“Oh, it’s our turn for dinner.” A reminder notification at the top of Vanessa’s screen alerts her to the time, and she shuffles up to slide on shoes and get going, only remembering what she’s wearing at the last minute.

“Gimme a second, we can go out like that together.” Brooke grins, swiping yet another strand of hair behind her ear as she drops her sweatpants and swaps them for a pair of pajama pants.

“Are you sure?” Vanessa frowns, but Brooke just shrugs, a wry smile spreading on her face.

“I’ve seen yours, now you get to see mine.”

Day 4

They do morning stretches together the next day, and Vanessa has to admit that lust gets pushed aside by jealousy the minute they slide into the splits. Vanessa can do them, even if she hates them–it’s not that she can’t. It’s not even that she’s inflexible, she wouldn’t have survived in dance up until now if she were. But Brooke? That girl is on a whole other level. She slides into the splits with no effort at all, falling into position almost instantly and yet extremely gracefully, then does the one thing Vanessa hates, because it’s the one stretch she can’t do. She grabs a high foam block and puts it under her front foot. And then, just when Vanessa thinks she can’t get shown up even worse, Brooke grabs a second block and slides that under, too.

God, Vanessa wishes she could hate Brooke. But Brooke is too sweet, too kind, and too encouraging to even hold her pretzel-like tendencies against her, especially when she turns to Vanessa and taps her foot, offers her tips on how to get herself to that level of flexibility.

Vanessa tries to tell herself that the way Brooke’s eyes seem to linger on her every few minutes is just that generosity, a teacher monitoring her pupil. But even after Brooke helps Vanessa slide a small book under her foot, elevating her leg just enough, the lingering continues, and it’s hard not to let wishful thinking–at least, she thinks that’s what it is–take over. And that feeling only gets stronger as they move to their next stretch, one where they’re toe to toe with their legs spread wide and Brooke is grabbing Vanessa’s hands to pull her hardly an inch away from her chest.

Is it just Vanessa, or is Brooke blushing? And is it just Vanessa, or are Brooke’s hands just a little sweaty under their softness, warm and gentle as if they’re trying to hold Vanessa with as much tenderness as they can? And is it just Vanessa, or has Brooke’s chest gone still, her breathing stopped until Vanessa straightens out again?

“Your turn.” Vanessa offers, pulling Brooke into the position she’d just been in, and from the way Brooke comes to a harsh, sudden, stiff stop, but her muscles don’t shake and her breathing doesn’t change, Vanessa can tell she’s holding back. Almost as if she doesn’t want to get too close.

Vanessa’s imagining it. She has to be imagining it. There’s no other explanation, not a heterosexual one, and Brooke is…

Come to think of it, Vanessa doesn’t know for sure. But she can’t ask, not now; it would be too strange. So instead, she pulls Brooke forward sharply, resisting the urge to giggle when the blonde grunts in surprise at her strength.

“No holding back.” Vanessa shakes her head, smiling far too warmly for Brooke not to know what this is really about. “You can trust me, okay?”

“Okay.” Brooke smiles up at her, and then her muscles relax, and everything feels back to normal.

Day 5

“Truth or dare?”

Brooke turns to look at Vanessa, shifting to sit up as she smiles dubiously. They’re lying on Brooke’s bed together, pressed up against each other in an attempt to both fit in the small space of the double underneath the fuzzy, tickly cushion of Brooke’s top blanket. Vanessa rolls her eyes at Brooke’s skepticism, rolling onto her back to look up at her, grin wide on her face.

“C’mon, you know you want to. We can scroll Reddit later. Truth or dare?”

“Um…” Brooke crinkles her nose as she thinks, and Vanessa has to swallow the thought of how cute the blonde looks like that.

Although admittedly, the fact that she’s starting to hope Brooke keeps thinking isn’t just so she can watch the way Brooke’s brow furrows and muse quietly to herself about how seriously Brooke is taking this choice. Rather, it’s because she knows what she wants Brooke to pick, and the longer Brooke thinks, the more opportunity there is for Vanessa to hope she’ll pick up on the psychic signals she’s trying to send her.

Pick truth, pick truth, pick truth…

“Dare. But I’m not licking anything and I’m not going anywhere naked.”

Damnit.

Vanessa frowns, chewing on her lip as she tries frantically to think of a dare she can ask Brooke to do. It has to be appropriate, obviously, nothing too crazy like she might ask of Silky or her other, closer friends. But it can’t be boring, either—-if there’s one thing Vanessa doesn’t want to be in Brooke’s eyes, it’s boring.

Then, she thinks of the perfect thing. Something that might get at her truth question, that isn’t too high-stakes but definitely still has a bit of an ‘oh shit’ factor—exactly what you want from a dare.

“Dare you to prank call your last ex. On speaker. ” Vanessa smiles triumphantly, sticking out her tongue to tease her roommate. It’s foolproof—depending on the voice, Vanessa will know who Brooke has dated. And if she’s dating someone already, then surely she’ll say that, since admitting it is no problem.

Only, from Brooke’s face, there’s definitely a problem.

“I don’t want to play anymore.” Brooke heaves herself up off the bed, face becoming stony and cold as her eyes cloud over with something that Vanessa can’t quite decipher. Something mixed with anger, sure, but also something…

Crap. Crap, crap, crap. The magnitude of what Vanessa’s just asked of her new friend hits her like a train, and she feels like both the dumbest and worst person in the world at once. She called Brooke out, put her on the spot, and if she is queer? Pretty much just asked her to out herself. Which, unlike someone like Vanessa, who has a pan flag on her desk, not everyone is willing to do.

Brooke isn’t just feeling cornered, she’s feeling afraid.

“Aw, c’mon Brooke, you don’t have to do it if you don’t want—“

“I said I don’t want to play!” Brooke snaps.

There’s a beat, Vanessa’s own heartbeat the only thing she can hear amidst the crushing silence.

“Brooke—“ Vanessa tries again after a moment, her throat going dry as she tries to cut through the sudden tension, but Brooke just turns to her desk, scoops up her things and storms towards the door.

“I’m going for a walk. See you at dinner.”

She slams the door on her way out, and suddenly, getting an answer to Vanessa’s question doesn’t really matter anymore, because there’s no satisfaction in what a reaction that strong might mean. She drops her head in her hands, staying there for a moment before punching the mattress underneath her, rocketing up and grabbing her phone.

“Silk? Yeah, I’m okay, don’t worry, I just… I fucked up.”

Day 6

They don’t talk about it at dinner, nor afterwards. They don’t talk about it the next morning, not during their morning stretches or at breakfast, either. It’s not that they don’t talk; they say good morning, ask each other questions about what time breakfast is, what time Brooke is going to be on a call with her parents. But that’s about as far as it goes; Brooke sticks to business, asking and answering questions in as few words as possible and avoiding Vanessa’s gaze at all costs. It’s torture, the tension eating away at Vanessa’s mind and stinging in her chest. She fucked up, and she fucked up bad , and despite Silky’s advice, she’s not so sure she can fix this.

Still, she supposes it won’t hurt to try.

Brooke is in the shower when Vanessa decides to sneak out, purse over her shoulder and mind ready for a mission. There’s a supermarket open within walking distance of the uni right now, and technically, she’s not supposed to leave campus at all except for emergencies. Which this is, so it should be okay, right? At least, that’s what she’ll say if she gets caught. She’ll have to be fast, and sneaky, and careful not to run into anyone who might ask where she’s going. Come to think of it, she hasn’t been for a walk on the grounds yet, not since arriving–how will it work? Will she have to plan a route? Give it to the front desk? Get a pass or something, to make sure she comes back within the allotted time? This could be dangerous, very dangerous…

“If you’re gonna go to the shop, can you get me a pack of cigs?” The stoner at the front desk doesn’t even bother looking up from whatever he’s doing on the computer as she tries to sneak by, stopping in her tracks at his voice.

Christ, really?

“Sure, whatever.” Vanessa rolls her eyes, a little irritated at how easy this actually is. So much for danger and adventure.

She comes back about an hour later, throws the guy his pack and launches that he owes her eleven over her shoulder, and skips back into her room with a jumbo bag of ketchup Lays in her knapsack.

“Peace offering?” Vanessa grins down at Brooke as the blonde’s mouth drops open first in surprise, then delight as she snatches the snack from Vanessa’s hands.

“Where did you find these?” Brooke squeals with delight as she tears the bag open, breathing in the sharp, slightly-sour smell that makes Vanessa’s nose wrinkle. Still, seeing the look of utter joy on Brooke’s face makes Vanessa so happy that she can’t help but smile, too.

“International aisle.” Vanessa sits on the edge of her bed proudly. “Figured you might like them, seeing as you always say you’re craving them.” She winks, and Brooke rolls her eyes, but giggles despite herself. But the moment passes as soon as it had come, and then they settle into silence again.

Come on, Vanessa. Just face the music. Apologize. She deserves that from you. Vanessa bites her lip, her hands curling into fists as she tries to force her heartbeat even again, because the longer the silence goes on, the more awkward it gets, the more she realizes that it’s now or never for her to make things right.

“Brooke–”

“We don’t have to talk about it.” Brooke says quietly, her voice flat and lifeless and… scared, almost. Vanessa sucks in a breath, her chest sinking as she realizes what’s going on.

“Well… Do you want to?” Vanessa prods, but Brooke doesn’t even look up from the bag of crisps, which suddenly seem to be the most interesting thing in the world despite the dullness in the blonde’s eyes.

“Honestly, I’d rather we didn’t.” When she finally speaks up, her voice is barely above a whisper, and it’s enough to make Vanessa’s heart break.

Not just because she’s lost her chance to apologize–because she knows that tone, knows that look. Knows the hesitancy and caution behind it, the anxiety and the feeling of being trapped and overwhelmed. Knows what kind of revelation that voice and that look are hiding, and how the information Brooke is trying to avoid isn’t actually set in stone yet.

Jesus, she’s fucked up way more than she thought she had.

“Okay.” Vanessa finally nods, sighing deeply. “But if you do… I’m here, okay?”

Brooke hesitates for a moment, but when she does look up, her eyes are full of a gratefulness that’s surprisingly warm. “Okay.”

This time, when silence falls, it’s not awkward, but full of resolution.

“So…” Brooke finally breaks it this time, a slow smile spreading on her face, “They just put up the newest season of The Bachelor online, wanna watch it? We got snacks, after all.” Brooke waves her bag in the air, and Vanessa smiles.

“Shove over, mate. I wanna see what kinda mess the girls are this year.”

#rpdr fanfiction #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #branjie #college au #lesbian au #when we went from friends to this #writworm42

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Day 13 : Pining - Sal Fisher

Okay, first of all, yay! For learning a new word! At first I read this as ‘Pinning’ instead of ‘Pining’ and I had a whole different concept of how this would go. So when I learnt what this super weird looking word meant, I had to spontaneously change the character. But I think I made the right choice <3

Art by https://iron-dude.tumblr.com

“Sal, are you home? Are you alone? We need to talk, it’s very important. Code red urgent.” I texted Sal, biting my lip as I clutch the letter in my hand really hard, trying not to break it. “Yeah, you can come over. What happened? Is it the cult again?” he texted back almost instantly, making me smile at his concern. “No bb it’s oki. I’ll be there in a sec. Love u.” I send him immediately, already on my way out to Addison Apartments, where Sal was already waiting in the doorway.

I hug him tightly, guiding him to his room where we stood criss-crossed on the bed facing each other, not really daring to say anything for a while before I sighed, my hands trembling.

“Kat...? What happened? Can I help in any way? Or do you want to just talk?” he asked with so much worry in his voice that I almost started crying. “Promise you wont hate me? No matter what I’m gonna tell you? I love you so much that I don’t want to lose you.” I usher, no daring to look up just yet. “What...? Kat, sweetheart, you know I could never hate you. What’s going on, please tell me.” he held my hands, trying to calm me down. “Remember when I told you that I applied for a few top tier Vet Universities in the country? And I had to go away for about a week or so to go around and take a bunch of Entrance exams and I had all those panic attacks and depression break downs and whatever?” I held his hands, finally able to find my voice. “Yeah, of course I remember. Why, what happened? Are you okay? Did you have another panic attack or some of those moods and you didn’t tell me?” he asked, sort of panicked. “Read this.” I hand him the envelope and he gently takes it, reading it out loud. “Dear Miss Katrina Black, we are happy to inform you that you got accepted to our University...Oh my Goodness, Kat, that’s insane! This is the best Vet Uni in the country, you’re amazing! I knew you could do it!” he threw his arms around me, hugging me tightly as I lost my balance and fell on the pillows, giggling a bit. “Yeah...It is great, isn’t it? I wasn’t expecting to make it.” I chuckled nervously, hugging him back. “I was sure you’d make this. You’ve worked so hard these years, it would have been impossible not to. And besides, you’ve always been so smart and you love animals so much, you’ll make an amazing Vet!” he tried to hype me up, but despite how happy I was, I was still conflicted. “Sal...It’s in another state. I will have to move to another state by myself for 6 years, and I’ll only be able to come back home for holidays, as far as I know. It’s...Pretty far from here and I don’t think I can afford train tickets. You know how bad we’re doing with money, especially now that we were finally able to find a slightly bigger apartment in which I will be able to move in once I’m out of Uni...Which is in another city too. This is what I wanted to talk about, Sal. We have to figure out what to do.” I raised again, looking down at him, and I could see his eyes widening in realisation from behind the mask. “Ah...You’re right. I didn’t realse that until now. You’ve always been the one to think of everything.” he chuckled slightly. “That’s why I said I hoped you wouldn’t hate me. I won’t be able to be here and see each other too often. And you know how distance takes its toll on relationships...I don’t want that to happen to us too. I’m...Kinda scared.” I mutter the last bit, my lip, feeling tears threatening to spill. “Baby, it’s okay. We love each other and that’s what matters, right? 6 years will fly like a breeze, especially since we’re both in Uni, it’s gonna be a lot of work and we won’t even realise when we already get to see each other again. And besides, we have phones to text and call each other, right?” he tried to reason, and got into a sitting position too, putting his hands on my shoulders. “Won’t you...Y’know...Get bored of being alone or something? There’s only so many holidays per year...” I looked away, insecurity and nervousness taking over me. “Kat...Remember the time when we met? And then, when you first saw my face?” Sally asked all of a sudden, making me turn my gaze to his, raising my eyebrow in confusion. “What do you mean...? Of course I remember. What does it have to do with this situation?” I blinked, trying to understand the connection, but instead, he took off his mask, looking at me with a smile. “You were the shyest kid in class, and yet, when the bullies started making fun of me, you were the only one who said something. And then they started making fun of you, and you started crying, and then I started beating them up, and we all got suspended. You’ve always been so sensitive and emotional, I guess your empathy is what brought us together.” he had tears in his eyes, remembering that memory, but it kinda made me cringe. “Uh...Yeah, you got attracted to a cry-baby, great job, darling.” I chuckled awkwardly, wiping away a tear from the corner of my eye. “A cry-baby who’s the sweetest and kindest person in the world. Remember when some idiot in class thought it’d be funny to unclasp my mask in class, and you got sooo pissed off that you hugged my face to your chest to hide it while you yelled at the kids and tried to put back my mask without looking? But then the teacher came so it was only the two of us in the class, and I let you look and you just kissed my cheek and put my mask back? Jeez, that was such a long time ago, but I remember so well. I started crying, and yet, you call yourself cry-baby? Pshhhh, as if.” he chuckled in amusement at the memory that I remembered so fondly, as I kissed his cheek now too, just like back then. “I can’t forget that, Sugar Plum Fairy Sally. Your pigtails were so cute, I always loved making them for you.” I grinned, taking Sal’s hair and pulled up his beautiful long blue hair, making it seem as if he had pigtails again. “My point is, Kat, that my heart has been with you since that moment, and there’s no way that will change. So really, go there, smash your way through Uni, and when this is over, we’ll both be adults and we can...Uh...I don’t know what adults do, but we’ll be independent. At least financially.” he shrugged, making it obvious that he doesn’t want to back away from this. “Y’know...While I can’t take you with me at the Students’ Hall during Uni...We can move in together in my new apartment after I finish Uni. It will be only mine, after all. It would be nice not to be alone...And if it’s you, then...Well...” I looked up at him with a timid smile, which mirrored his, as he put his arms around me again, kissing my forehead. “It will all go well, dear. I promise.” he reassured me, and I could finally feel at peace.

Of course, these 6 years have been very difficult, because we always wanted to be close to one another and we missed each other so much. Holidays only became teases as the time spent together was so short, yet meaningful, and having to go back to Uni only made the cut run even deeper.

We would cross days, weeks, months and years, making small progress and objectives out of each holiday passed, each year passed, until the 6 years finally passed and we had such a powerful longing for each other, that it almost seemed like our hearts would break each day until we would see each other again.

His Uni was only 4 years long, so he finished faster, and I was SO proud seeing him in his graduation robes, and then him throwing the cap in the air with the rest of his colleagues. I couldn’t help myself taking so many pics of my beautiful boy.

The same happened vice versa, when I finished and he came over for my graduation, it turned into an outright photoshoot without even realising. And even better, Larry, Ash, Todd and Neil were able to come over too, so we managed to have such a cool party that everyone enjoyed.

The final exams and my license presentation went by very fast, and after that, I was able to get my Masters and PhD in no time, despite having to stay there more than 6 years, but it was worth it.

In the mean time, Sal would constantly text me motivational, loving, emotionally supportive things, knowing how prone to depression I am and that it’s still very hard for me to keep the straight path towards the light.

When I was finally over with my education, my parents drove over to help me pack everything there, then we got directly to my new apartment that I decorated the way I dreamt.

What I wasn’t expecting, however, was to see Sally and the rest there, with lots of “Welcome Home” decorations, balloons and all that, making me start sobbing, completely overwhelmed by emotions, not even able to talk.

“I missed you so much, baby. Welcome home.” Sally muttered into my ear as he hugged me tightly, swinging me around a bit. “I love you so much, Sal, I love you so much. I missed you so so so fucking much, I can’t believe we’re finally at this point where I don’t have to be cities away from you and I can see you every godamn day when I come home, and wake up with you every morning.” I cry into his chest, clutching the back of his shirt tightly, still trembling a bit from the emotions. “It’s okay, sweety, we’re finally together and nothing can change us. We will be okay now, I promise. I love you so much, Kat. So much. I’m so glad we’re finally together now.” he held me tight to his chest, stroking my hair reassuringly, as he always did. “Yo, dudes, enough with the depressing shit, let’s par-TAAAAY!” Larry shouted at us, making us laugh as he brought CDs of Sanity’s Fall, AC/DC, Dir en Grey, Linkin Park and many others, while Ash brought the snacks and Todd and Neil brought the drinks, while my parents kissed my cheeks before leaving us to our party.

All day and night we gossiped, exchanged all the stories possible, stupid or not, we sang karaoke, played video and board games, got shitfaced drunk out of happiness and all that, and God, was it so godamn fine having everyone together again.

Of course, the next day they had to leave, except for Sally who moved in with me, thankfully, but now it would be much easier to go and visit our friends.

The next day, we just stood cuddled together in bed, our legs intertwined, our arms around each other, occasionally kissing each other and confession our love to each other here from time to time, when we wanted to break the comforting silence.

“I missed you so much, baby. I have no words to explain, but it hurt so much knowing that you’re so far away. Every day was so painful, even though I had friends and hung out with them, went to a few parties, conventions and what not. Studying managed to take my mind away from that dark feeling that kept eating me away, but at night...Gosh, the nights were the worst. I spent so many times crying ‘cause I was feeling so lonely and I just wanted to go to you and have you in my arms all night. Sometimes it was so godamn hard not to give up everything...But I had to. That’s what I always say. I have to. I must. And I did it, and now, I’m finally with you, just like I’ve always dreamt.” I poured my heart out to him, stroking his smooth hair, gazing lovingly at his face. “I know, honey, I know, but it’s okay now. I had a lot of help from our friends, and now that Lisa married dad, making Larry my brother made it better, otherwise, I don’t know what I’d have done. Uni was tough as all hell, but I had you as my ambition to keep on going so we could finally meet up to this point. You’re a doctor now, Kat. Doctor Kitty. I couldn’t let you down, y’know? I had to be in your league. Now we can both make money and travel the world, just like we’ve always dreamt of. Can you believe we’ve been together for what? 10 years or so? Unbelievable. And you didn’t get bored of me. You’re still my girlfriend, do you even realise how lucky and proud I am to say that I’m your boyfriend? Jeez, I’m still shook sometimes when I think back at everything we’ve been through and how happy I feel every time I think of you, of your smile, of your gentle touch, your soft lips, how warm you are, how mesmerising your chocolate perfume is, how pretty you look all the time without even trying, how much I love having you in my arms when we sleep together...And...And...Even when...When...We’d make love, it felt like the most ethereal thing in the world, like I was in a dream. I love you, Kat. So much, it’s unreal.” he whispered the last bit, as if afraid that if he said any louder, the spell will break. “I love you, Sal. Nothing is ever going to change that. I am yours and you are mine, forever and ever.” I kissed him, hooking my pinky to his, to show him that I pinky promise everything will be okay. “Forever and ever.” he repeated after me, in a voice as sweet as never before.

#sally face x reader #sally face imagine #sally face #sal fisher imagine #sal fisher x reader #sal fisher #larry johnson #ashley campbell #fluffy self-cember #fluffy #self indulgent

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Bad Date (2/2)

A sweet request was made (Beetlejuice is my man ❤️. Honestly, him showing up and interrupting a bad date, and the fem reader leaving with the Beej would be great) and filled: Bad Date. It’s a sfw chapter with mistakes being realized, a semi-reluctant rescue, and a baby sandworm. Then folks were thirsty for a follow-up chapter with Beej/reader. I hope you enjoy!

NSFW. Beetlejuice/f!reader

You’d walked home arm in arm with Beetlejuice, but he didn’t follow you inside once you were through your door.

“Gotta get rid of this thing,” he explained, holding up the baby sandworm he’d carried back from the restaurant.

He hadn’t crushed it under his heel, like he wanted to, because of your gasp of horror--“It’s just a baby!”--but he also refused to let you keep it even though you thought it was sort of cute in a look-but-don’t-touch-it kind of way.

“Why don’t you slip into something more comfortable, baby,” he continued, “and I’ll be back in a wink.”

You didn’t know how long a trip to Saturn actually took, but you agreed eagerly. You were so glad he’d come to your rescue!

Beetlejuice was gone between one blink and the next, and you locked your door behind you.

⁂

Something more comfortable, huh? You knew what he had in mind. You kicked off your heels and shed your dress. Your bra and panty set was lacy but plain pink. Digging through your drawers, you found a matching set that was black and silk, which would be more to his fancy. You debated a garter belt and stockings; most guys seemed to like them but Beetlejuice wasn’t most guys, and lots of time they were more in the way than worth it.

In the end you decided against them. Maybe you wear them in the future for him.

You sat, then stood, then sat again. You were full of nervous energy and just wanted him to get back from dumping that sandworm. Then, just when you thought maybe you should get a robe because you were getting chilly, he reappeared.

He looked just as put out as he did when you summoned him in the restaurant’s restroom, and he was covered in a fine layer of yellow dust. “You’re back!” you said happily, redundantly.

Beetlejuice didn’t seem as elated as you were. “Gods, it’s been a solid day and a half since I sat down,” he groaned.

That didn’t make any sense to you; less than forty minutes ago he’d been sitting at your table at the restaurant, threatening your date. The hard expression on his face didn’t give you any room to mention that discrepancy, however.

“I’m glad you’re back,” you said instead.

He nodded, and looked over at you as if seeing you standing there for the first time. His eyes skipped down your mostly naked body, and a smirk slid oily across his face. It wasn’t the most pleasant expression.

“Oh. Right. This,” he said, and that wasn’t reassuring, either.

You opened your mouth to ask what the hell was going on; from what he’d said and how he’d looked you over you thought he’d wanted some action, but he continued before you could say anything.

“You said you owed me. Back at the restaurant, for saving you from that d-bag. Right?”

You had to agree.

The smirk on his lips lifted to a leer that showcased some of his sharper teeth. “And remember? I told you not to go on that date.”

That made you frown a little; it toed the line of possessiveness.

“You refuse to put a name to what we have, Beej, so there’s no reason for me not to think about dating other people!” you retorted, a little sharply.

Your response made him drop his chin and examine you from under his brows. It made you feel like you were under a microscope; it made him look a little dangerous. You didn’t cow away under his intense gaze, however; although you could feel one hand start to tremble, you stood your ground.

Finally he said, “Well then, baby, I think a little punishment is in order, don’t you?”

You wanted to snap something sharp back at him again, but a bolt of cold, then hot, fell and rose in your gut. Some of your sexual encounters with Beetlejuice were hard, simple fucking with few niceties or gentle romantic gestures, but nothing had ever stepped over the line into “punishment” territory. Did he mean spanking? Did he mean he expected you to suck his dick hard and exactly how he wanted it, with lots of spit and gasping for air like in a porno?

Or was it something even more?

You couldn’t deny that although a bit of worry wormed through you, it excited you too.

Beetlejuice didn’t seem to care you hadn’t answered him. In your silence he boldly looked you over again and said,

“That’s not bad, but--”

He cocked his head and raised an eyebrow, and your bra and panties went from solid black to black and white striped. You should have known. He snapped his fingers and between one breath and the next you were suddenly on your bed, flat on your back. The blankets and top sheet had disappeared, and so had your pillows. Beetlejuice stood at the end of the bed, fully clothed, and staring down at you.

You moved to sit up.

“No. Nope!” he corrected you immediately, and an invisible hand forced you back down.

“I won’t make these too tight, babydoll,” he assured you, and before you could protest or ask what, exactly, he meant by that, your arms were stretched above your head and your wrists were held firmly by skeletal hands that appeared out of your headboard.

“Hey! Beej!” you exclaimed, slightly alarmed. You twisted against the restraint, a little.

In a flash, he was beside you on the mattress instead of standing at your feet. He leaned in close enough that you could smell the dirt on his breath, but not close enough to kiss you. He grabbed one of your wrists lightly, stilling your movement.

“Trust me,” he said in a low voice. It was almost, almost, a question.

You searched his face, especially his eyes, but despite the unexpected restraint and his announcement of “punishment” earlier, you didn’t find anything malicious hiding there. You couldn’t deny you were a little concerned, but you did trust him. So you nodded.

A quick, pleased smile flitted across his face, and he let your wrist go. The hands kept you in place.

“Now. I think one more thing would be a good idea--”

The last thing you saw was him lifting one eyebrow in your direction again before a blindfold covered your eyes.

Although surprised, you stopped yourself from crying out this time. From the weight and feel of the fabric on your face, you guessed it was his tie.

The mattress shifted as Beetlejuice got off the bed. Blinded and restrained, you didn’t know where he was in the room. He could still be beside you, at the foot of the bed again, or floating right above you! The unknown made you shiver a little, and it was hard to tell if it was in worry or anticipation.

You waited.

And waited.

There was no sound of movement; no creak of a floorboard or subtle rustling of his clothing. There was nothing touching you. You felt suspended, with no stimulus but the mattress under you, the bony fingers holding your wrists, and the slightly moldy smelling cloth draped over your eyes. It was hard to relax when you didn’t know what to expect.

You waited some more.

Suddenly a horrible thought ambushed you. What if Beetlejuice put you in this position, making you feel exposed and vulnerable, and then he just left you here?!

There was still no sound of anyone else in the room. He didn’t breathe and could be as quiet . . . well, as quiet as the dead when he wanted to be.

The same dread thought rushed through your mind again. Did he leave you here alone? Was this the punishment he meant?!

You pulled against the skeletal restraints but they held you fast. You tossed your head back and forth to try and loosen the blindfold. Gulping and tasting the beginnings of panic, you weren’t too proud or embarrassed to call for him. You opened your mouth to ask where he was, yell, demand to know what was going on--

Before the words came, a finger slipped between your lips.

You were so surprised you let your mouth hang open for a moment. The finger moved past your teeth and nudged your tongue. It had a mild flavor that you imagined dust might taste like, and you didn’t let yourself think about it any further than that. A second finger dipped into your slack jaw, and with two of them pressing your tongue you closed your mouth on them and sucked.

A short chuckle came from somewhere to your left. At least you knew where he was now.

Parting his fingers with your tongue, you gave them both attention. When he must have felt they were sufficiently wet, he dislodged them. You nipped the tips of them as they retreated back past your teeth, and Beetlejuice made a slightly deeper noise.

For a second you were disconnected again, then his fingers moved down the side of your neck, to the hollow between your collar bones, to between your breasts, leaving a drying trail of spit in their wake.

He lifted them, and you found them against your lips again. You opened your mouth with no reluctance for him.

His fingers rooted in your mouth once more, and again you sucked and licked them. This time when he pulled away a thin moan escaped you, following after them. He repeated the trail he’d made the first time on the opposite side of your neck and down, ending at the fabric holding your bra together in the front.

There was a beat of a pause, and finally the mattress shifted as he joined you, crawling up between your legs.

You thought he was on your left?

Never mind. You automatically hooked your legs around him and earned a “tsk” in displeasure in return. The next thing you knew, thin bony hands grabbed your ankles and your legs were straightened and spread to accommodate him without your needy demand.

Spread-eagled before him made you feel even more exposed, but at least you knew where he was now.

Beetlejuice must have settled on his knees because you could feel only feel the outer fabric of his trousers between your legs. Then his hands were on you: stroking your sides from armpit to hips, pinching occasionally. It both tickled and made your skin warm, and you wiggled a little under the caress. It didn’t feel like he was sitting back on his heels. You couldn’t quite picture the posture he was in; he must be straining over you, holding himself at an awkward angle so no other part of his body touched you--

When his hands left your sides and cupped your breasts, giving you a sharper pinch through the fabric of your bra, you gave up trying to figure out what position he was in.

He stroked your chest in long movements too. You were frustrated by the lack of skin on skin contact before he was, and had to endure him playing with your tits but not actually stimulating them exactly how you liked for much longer than you wanted. By the time he was bored with it too, your nipples were hard and the fabric brushing against them hurt a little. Luckily, Beetlejuice wasn’t known for never-ending patience. Just as you were going to tell him to hurry up, already--and damn the consequences--you heard the faintest snapping of his fingers and suddenly, your tits were free and exposed.

The sudden brush of cooler air made you nipples tighten even more, and once again you heard a chuckle from him.

His fingers closed around them. After the muted stimulation, that touch was like an electrical shock and you arched towards him with a gasp. He rolled and pulled them gently, continuing to make you gasp, and when the mattress shifted again and his mouth closed over one of them, you bucked and moaned.

Beetlejuice’s tongue and mouth weren’t room temperature, but not warm either. The shock of him taking a nipple into his wet mouth made you involuntarily try to reach down and grab his head, but you were held in place by the restraints. This time you felt him laugh at your aborted effort, and he sucked at you until you writhed and cried out. He continued to play with the other one, then switched to give them both the same attention.

Each suck and nibble sent pleasure down your body, where it settled deep in your gut and groin. You couldn’t help but want friction between your legs, but Beetlejuice wasn’t touching you there and your thighs were held apart. That built a different frustration in you.

Finally, he released you from the torment he’d given your now-tender nipples. Before you could say anything, his mouth found a patch of skin lower on your rib cage that it liked, and he sucked there too.

He kissed and licked and sucked his way over your torso, once darting up to your neck to latch on there. You felt the pressure of his teeth indent the thin skin and turned your head, not to displace him, but to give him freer access to the spot. As you did, he stilled completely and you froze too. Arousal tempered with a drop of fear swirled through you; you wondered what was going through his mind?

Beetlejuice didn’t break your skin. The intent was there, you could tell. Instead, after that long moment of anticipation, he released you.

You were panting as you turned your head back upright again. You could feel he hadn’t moved away, and a slight breath on your face clued you in that he panted as well. Some of his breather habits came to the surface in situations like this. You couldn’t see him, of course, but thought that if you lifted your head up off the mattress you’d find his mouth.

He obviously didn’t want you to move; if you dared try to kiss him, what would he do next? Would another skeletal hand come from nowhere to cross your forehead and pin your head to the mattress?

You decided not to risk it.

Beetlejuice’s hands roamed down your body again, and just as you felt him shift to move away again, his tongue licked a vertical stripe up over your lips. It startled you and you gasped; the tip of it darted inside for a split second but before you could open your mouth more for a proper kiss, it was gone again. The next noise you made was a sigh of disappointment as he continued to work his way back down your body.

He gave you the same attention as before. Sucking. Licking. Nipping. There wasn’t a spot on your front that he hadn’t lavished some attention on. A faint odor of stale saliva drifted to you from the amount of spit he’d coated you with, but you didn’t care. You wiggled under him, gasped and moaned, and tried to nudge him further down. You wanted him and his mouth between your legs.

Even though he hadn’t done anything--not even cupped you, not even dragged a solitary finger along the fabric of your panties, not even come close enough that you could feel his clothing brush you there--your pussy felt hot. You were wet. You just wanted this teasing to stop and for him to pay some attention there--

As if reading your mind, Beetlejuice shifted and plopped himself down between your legs. He was no longer on his knees but on his stomach; you could feel his--unclothed? When did that happen?--shoulders pushing your thighs further apart. His fingernails dug under the top edge of your panties.

When you lifted your hips so he could pull them off you--gods how you wanted him to pull them off you, or make them disappear like your bra, or something--he let the elastic snap back into place.

You groaned.

You didn’t care any more. You were going to beg him--

Beetlejuice’s mouth covered your pussy.

His hands kept you grounded by holding your hips. He didn’t strip you naked; he mouthed and licked and sucked you through your panties. The silk became heavy and soaked completely through with the combination your wetness and his spit, and the smooth feel of the fabric between your clit and his tongue made you writhe.

You cried out. You pulled against the restraints, all of them, you wanted to grab his head, you wanted to squeeze him with your thighs to hold him in place, you wanted him to suck your clit so hard, you wanted him to push aside your panties and shove those fingers that had been in your mouth into your pussy--you wanted not just that but his tongue and his cock inside you--

Your cries turned to sobs as he teased you. Bliss ratcheted higher and higher in your gut. Even with sodden fabric preventing direct contact between the two of you, you were going to come. Your throat tightened, your limbs shook with the force of the tension you used straining against the hands holding you back. Your hips canted instinctually to provide him better access and that first spark of an orgasm rippled through you--

Beetlejuice stopped.

All touching ceased. His mouth was no longer against the wet mess your panties had become. You hadn’t realized how tightly he’d been gripping your hips until his hands were off you too.

The abrupt lack of contact made you cry out in a different voice, filled with distress and bafflement. For a moment your body arched towards him, still seeking stimulation. You couldn’t hold the position for long, pulling against the restraints, however, and you flopped back to the mattress with another sob.

Your body shifted as Beetlejuice moved over one of your legs to be beside you. The movement made air current drift over your body and you shivered due to the sweat that had broken out over you.

This was not what you expected when he said “punishment”. You could have accepted and even gotten into a spanking. You would have been okay with him using you like a slut. But a tormenting tease with no finale? It was almost too cruel.

A finger hooked under your blindfold and pushed it away. You felt too weak and disappointed to thank him for removing it. You just wanted the bony hands on your wrists and ankles to be spirited away as well, so you could curl into a fetal position and try to will your body to forget all the pleasure it’d just been subjected to and then denied. You imagined that Beetlejuice was going to tell you that he was leaving and that you weren’t allowed to touch yourself; he’d be watching and if you brought yourself to orgasm he’d probably be devious enough to repeat what he did tonight the next time you got together with him too.

When you opened your eyes, however, the sight that greeted you wasn’t what you expected.

Beetlejuice was naked, as you’d surmised, coated in a thin layer of sweat, like you. The yellow dust that had been on his clothing had left a thin coating on his neck. His hair was wilder than normal, and his lips were shiny as he mimicked breathing through his mouth. His pupils were blown in deep arousal. His erection pressed heavily into your side.

Once again, he interrupted you as you opened your mouth to say something to him. With his lips near your ear, he groaned in a guttural voice, “This was supposed to be punishment. A punishment! For you and me. Neither of us was going to get off, neither of us deserve it--”

He choked his own words off with another wordless groan as he involuntarily rutted against you.

You tried to wrap your head around what he just said. You weren’t quite able to.

“Beej, just . . . what?” you panted.

His lips found your neck and ear and he dragged his tongue along your skin. He continued to caress you sloppily between words.

“It was supposed to be punishment for both of us, baby,” he groaned. “You for going out on a goddamn date and me for not telling you I want you for my-goddamned-self. I want you, baby, I don’t want you seeing anyone else. I wanted to get you so hot and bothered and then stop, just for a tease, just to show you there's no one but me who can make you feel so good, but the sounds you made and the taste of you--fuck--I’m so fucking turned on I just want to fuck you so much right now--”

His voice rose to a desperate, needy whine at the last word. You were so wet between your legs you didn’t know it was possible to get even wetter, but heat surged through you again.

“Beej, Beej--” you croaked to get his attention. When he lifted his face to yours you said in the same desperate tone, “I learned my lesson. Did you learn yours?”

“Fuck, baby. Shit. Yeah!”

You looked him dead in the eyes. “Then get these hands off me and fuck me.”

At your demand, a surprised then lecherous smile broke over his face. He kissed you properly then, his tongue diving into your mouth and stealing your breath. The next second your arms and legs were released and you dragged him bodily on top of you. With his weight pressing you down you tried to shimmy out of your dripping panties; with a flicking motion of his finger Beetlejuice assisted and made them disappear as well.

With one hand grabbing the back of his head and the other gripping his waist, you didn’t release him or his mouth as he reached between the two of you, adjusted himself and pushed forward, filling you in a single, delicious thrust with his cock. You cried out; he did too with a deeper noise, and he set a frantic, blistering pace that would have not worked if you hadn’t been so thoroughly aroused from all the provocation he’d graced you with.

Your pussy felt hot, slick, and tight. The friction was glorious and you didn’t check yourself as your fingernails dug into him. Usually this rough and swift thrusting was enough to undo him first, but this was exactly what you needed to make your nerve-endings explode again.

You came with a sustained cry, locking your legs around him to keep him deep inside you.

Beetlejuice rocked his hips a little, instinctually, but held mostly still as you were lost in waves of pleasure. Just as you were coming back to the surface and opened your eyes to focus on him again, his brow furrowed and he pushed forward, harder into you, moaning with an open mouth as he came too.

You were shaking. He was shaking. It took several moments for you to catch your breath and will your hands and legs to open enough to let him go. It took him an extra moment to unglue himself from your belly and torso. You noticed the palm that had held the back of his neck was coated with that yellow grime, but you couldn’t make yourself care. Carefully he sat back, and you groaned in a combination of pleasure and disappointment as his cock slipped out of you.

Beetlejuice crawled over your leg and collapsed on the mattress beside you.

The two of you lay panting in euphoric exhaustion. You may have made a mistake going out with some random guy, but the evening couldn’t have ended any better. You turned to face Beetlejuice, to thank him for coming to your rescue and for the best punishment you’d ever received.

Just as you opened your mouth, your stomach growled. He looked at you with a smirk, so you slapped him lightly on the chest.

“I didn’t actually get to eat dinner, remember?” you informed him, instead of telling him the things you meant to. You sat up, swung your feet over the side of the bed, and stood up. As you made your way to the door, you asked, “You want anything from the kitchen?”

“Nope. I don’t like seeing you leave, but I love watching you go.”

You threw an eye roll over your shoulder at him but didn’t hide your grin. You could thank him later, and you were sure he knew how you felt anyway.

fin!

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darling-young-demons · 4 years

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Gone

Hello again everyone! This is another ‘short’ story about my lovely muse Scott! Another sad memory from him, in this case about the night he lost his family. This is a sad mess, just a warning, dealing with marital issues. There’s going to be more of these as I love to write about this guy! Anyways, happy reading!

@originofthedark

It all started during the small party they had for Dantanian’s first birthday. While his birthday had been about a week past, Scott and Tristan were only now both able to clear their busy schedules to invite various friends over to give gifts for the baby. It was nothing as big as most of Scott’s parties, instead being a much more intimate and private event, after all, it was for the baby. He had been happy to entertain his guests, showing off his now one-year old son to every visitor that had made their way into the manor.

The night was calm mostly, carrying his son around, going from person as he gushed to each one about how perfect his boy was. The guests had given him various gifts ranging from new clothes to various toys for the infant. By the middle of the celebration, everyone had given gifts and birthday wishes to Dani and cake had been distributed as people mingled together, small chats filling the rooms. Now as much as he enjoyed small talk with his guests, it had been some time since he had actually seen his wife around. Eventually he had caught sight of Tristan in the group, talking with an old college friend of theirs before catching his attention. “Well, well, well there’s a handsome guy, oh and you look nice too Scott.” He chuckled, eagerly picking his nephew out of his arms, “It really is a cute look, but I must say, it looks better on Dani here, isn’t that right baby?” He cooed, the infant giggling as he reached up for his face.

Scott had thought of the wonderful idea of them wearing matching outfits for the party, going out of his way to order custom suits that had fit the both of them. They both wore a lavender dress shirt with gray pants and a royal purple pair of suspenders with a bowtie to match. “Oh well look at me, he’s got his looks from his father, hm? Then of course his mother is certainly a looker as well, and his uncle…” He teased, a smirk on his face. “Speaking of, have you seen your sister? I do not believe I have seen her for some time now…”

“Cynthia? Hm… I… I think I last saw her by the cake, check around there. If not, I would ask William, he may know where she is.” He spoke, kissing his nephew’s forehead, only for him to spit and coo back at him, “I assume you want him back… Do you want dada, Dani?”

The boy looked to his father, his arms reached out to him as he giggled, repeating his words, “Dadaa! Daaadah! Dada!” He cheered, making the harpy grin as he took him back into his arms. “Ah yes, tell your dada all about it, lets go find your mama, eh?” The baby spoke gibberish to him, as if he was having some kind of deep conversation that no one else could understand.

Tristan chuckled lightly, brushing the baby’s short black hair back, “He loves to hear his own voice, wonder where he gets that one from…” He spoke, glancing up at Scott with a small smirk. “Go find my sister, I’m going to talk to the others, bye Dani!” He spoke as they had separated.

Making his way towards the cake table, he saw his wife’s face come into view, talking to his brother. Now while Scott was a bit of a territorial person, he never had a problem with Will, since he was family, but it wasn’t hard to notice how much they seemed to talk, more than what would be expected. Lately, it had been getting the better of him, making him question their interactions. The harpy quietly walked to the couple, seeing his wife glance over to him. She seemed… Annoyed by him coming over. He really needed her to talk to her, if something was bothering her, he wanted to console his wife. The mustached man glanced up to Scott, giving a small smile, “Hello, Scotty, why hello little man.” He spoke, leaning down to the infant’s height, gently squishing the baby’s cheeks.

“Hey Will, well hello my beautiful wife.” He spoke with a purr, eagerly wrapping an arm around her waist to pull her in close. He leaned in, moving in an attempt to kiss her lips, though she turned her head, instead only getting a peck on the cheek. Scott was many things, but he wasn’t dumb. He frowned, leaning in a bit to her, “Cyn… Can we talk please...? Tell me what’s on your mind?” He asked, biting his lip. By then, William had walked off, going to grab drinks for the three of them.

She gave a small sigh, shaking her head, “It’s nothing, Scott… Just… Do we need to have all of these people here...? It seems too much… I think it would have been nice to have just Tristan, William, you and me…”

He rose an eyebrow, “What do you mean? Everyone adores him! They are all giving him so much! We have to show off a bit with our handsome man! As good looking as his daddy!” He smirked, trying to tease her. However, she did not seem to take too kindly to it, giving a scoff as she took the baby into her own arms.

“Dammit Scott. Can you worry about anyone else besides yourself for once in your life? This isn’t about you having to show off to all these people. This is m… Our son! He’s not some toy for you to just throw around! It’s always about you and your ego… And to think you want a family…” She then swiftly turned around, starting to walk away.

Well that was. Sudden. What the hell could have gotten into her? Though he wasn’t going to give up that quickly. He can’t just let her walk off all pissed off, it would only make things worse. “Wait what… Cynthia! Wait a minute!” He spoke, grabbing her arm, “Come on, you don’t want to show everyone Dani? He’s adorable, the world would love to see him! You can’t say that you’re not proud of him!”

Cynthia sent a glare his way, rolling her eyes at his words, “Of course I am proud to have him, that doesn’t mean I’m going to parade him around as if he’s some kind of attraction. He’s just a child. You have a lot of nerve even talking like this, as if you’re this amazing parent, showing him off as if you’re a great father. You’re barely even with him! Leaving us all the time for fame… You should be ashamed of yourself…” She growled, pulling her arm out of his grasp.

“Hey! Don’t even go there, I’m not around as much as I would like to be, but goddammit, it's to keep the money coming. You wouldn’t know that since you’ve never worked a day in your life! You’ve always had everything you’ve ever wanted given to you on a silver platter! Besides, you’re not that alone are you? William is always here… You two have become quite close may I add…” He threw in there, her last comments getting a bit on his nerves. He supposed that was one of the more unfortunate things about marriage, you know the things that would hurt your partner the most.

“Oh, fuck you, Scott! You wouldn’t be anywhere near as rich as you are now if it wasn’t for my money! You are nothing! You always go off and act all big and tough as if your shit doesn’t stink! Well guess what you are a piece of shit! All you are is just a pathetic little, poor boy that knows if you didn’t have the money that I gave you, then no one would even care about what your name is then you’d be the one who’s all alone, won’t you?” She spoke, venom clear in her voice. “Grow the fuck up, Scott, maybe if you actually acted like a man then you could be a decent father…”

Now that one hurt. It felt as if she had stabbed the knife into his chest and twisted the blade. She really knew how to get him going, but did he know how to send it right back at her. “You know maybe if you weren’t such a frigid bitch all the time you wouldn’t be alone? But that’s not want you want huh? Should I ask my brother how warm it is between your thighs? I’m sure your dad is really proud that his heir is just some whore that did nothing with her life besides spread her legs for anyone who’ll give her attention since you’re too much of a cunt to have people actually want to stay! At least they don’t have to deal with your attitude anymore!” He yelled, resulting in the baby beginning to cry, various onlookers glancing over at the scene, including Tristan.

There was not a moment of hesitation as his wife sent a sharp slap across his face, glaring up at him. He realized that he had fucked up the moment those words came out of his mouth, but it was far too late now. Looking into her eyes, he could see a mix of anger and hurt, tears brimming up as she tried to hold them back. “Do not dare talk about my father again. You will never be even a sliver of the great man he was… Dantanian deserves so much more than the scumbag he got…” She spoke, turning away from him and angrily walking away, seeing Will follow close behind. Tristan had walked up to him, a look of concern and confusion on his face as he placed a soothing hand on his shoulder.

By time morning had come, all the regret had completely taken over, leaving him with an uneasy stomach. The bright sun beamed in through the window, hitting his eyes, causing him to awaken. That night, they had both slept in the same bed, but neither of them had dared to face the other, a cold empty space between them. Now, with the steam blown over, the harpy figured it was a good time to talk about what had happened. “Cynthia… I… What I said last night… It was stupid, some of the stupidest shit I have ever said in my life… Listen, I’m… I’m sorry for everything I said… I just… I love you dear, and I don’t want to lose you… Not now nor ever… Can we… Can we just talk about this and…” He started to trail off as he rolled over, seeing the empty spot in the sheets compared to where his sweetheart had normally slept. “Dammit…” He mumbled under his breath, simply standing up and tying his robe around his waist.

He wandered around the bedroom and master bath, seeing if she had been in one of those rooms, finding no sign of her at all. He walked to the crib, expecting to find his baby boy inside, only to be met with nothing. That was… Odd to say the least. Maybe she had simply gone downstairs with him? As he left their bedroom and proceeded to walk through the hall, he caught a glimpse of something outside the windows. One of his cars had been parked outside, one that he had gifted to his brother from what he could see, William packing various bags and such into the backseat. What starstruck him the most was to see his wife and son, seemingly preparing to get into the car. Where the hell were they going? Yes, they had fought the night prior, but it had been the first of its kind in several months. She wasn’t… Leaving, right? She couldn’t be! That was insane!

Whatever he believed; it didn’t make it any easier to watch his family get into his brother’s car. Maybe it was innocent, he had some very nasty things, maybe she simply needed time to relax, cool down after everything that had happened. Though something inside of him was going off… It didn’t feel right. Though he felt worse when he saw his brother peering back at him. Was that...? Guilt…? Why would be look so… No, it couldn’t be. His overreacting before had gotten him in trouble, he couldn’t go giving in now. He watched them intently, eyes gazing down as every move they made. It only made him feel worse… As he watched the car begin to drive away, that sense of unease washed over him again. Well then, it wouldn’t hurt to look to see how much was left behind. Everything may be fine, however… Just in case, he should at least look. As he walked back into the room, it finally hit him, falling onto his knees with a loud thud, his hands cupping his face in sorrow.

Sitting on the bedside table laid Cynthia’s wedding ring, although it wasn’t as fancy and luxurious as most things in his home, it held so much more power. It only hurt more to see it left behind, just like him.

**********

Tristan had gotten home late that night, wanting nothing more than to go to bed and relax. Though once he had walked in through the door, he was caught off guard by most of the staff waiting for him in the main hall. The butler, Nicholas had come right up to him, taking his hand between his own, “Master Tristan…” The older man spoke, “Thank goodness you are home!” While normally he wouldn’t mind the greeting, it was clear to the twin that something was wrong. The frantic way that Nicholas spoke, the worrisome looks on the staff’s faces. Before he had a chance to ask what was happening, the butler began to urge him to follow up the stairs, starting to explain the situation, “Lady Cynthia, Master William and Master Dantanian are all gone. They seemed to have left early in the morning, before any of us would have been on duty… Master Scott is here, but he had locked himself in the master bedroom and seemed to push something in front of the door, we were unable to move it out of the way. We tried giving him meals throughout the day but he refuses to eat, refuses to leave the room… We do not know what to do… We figured he may be more open with you here…”

His head was spinning at his words, his sister was gone with his nephew? Why would Will be gone too? While he knew they had a fight this seemed a bit too much. “I… Alright… Call the groundskeeper up here, he would have tools correct? Take the door off of its hinges so we can get in… I need to make a quick phone call…” He ordered as he walked off, pulling out his phone and calling his sister. It was quick to send him straight to voicemail, worrying him on what the situation could be. He then tried William only to be met with the same response. He tried them both two more times, leaving frantic messages asking what was going on and where they were. “Dammit…” He mumbled under his breath, going to check on the situation. He watched as the groundskeeper unscrewed the hinges off the door, several of the staff all helping up move it. “Scott!” He called, immediately going inside, climbing over the dresser that had been pushed in front of the door.

What he had seen inside the room was shocking to say the least. It was in complete disorder, furniture thrown and flipped over, cabinets emptied of all their contents and scattered all over the floor. The grand painting they had done of the four of them was ripped to shreds, the only faces in tact being his and Scott’s. The room was dark as well, no light in the slightest. The canopy bed along the wall had its curtains closed, so it wasn’t hard to figure out where the other had been. He looked at the staff, giving a small sigh, “I will talk to him… Give us some space please… Tell Chef to make us some gourmet hot chocolate, please..? And if he thinks of anything else that would be comforting just make it.” He told the butler as he walked towards the bed. “Scott..? Hey… It’s me, Trist…” He spoke quietly, turning on the bedside lamp and opening up the red curtains.

He was greeted by a sad sight, seeing his friend laying flat on his back, staring up at the ceiling before he had noticed him walk in. “How did you…? Oh… Trist…” He spoke, seemingly taking a moment to recognize who he was. He slowly sat up, giving a soft groan as he did so. Looking into his eyes, it was clear what he had been doing, being red and puffy as he tried to wipe some leftover tears. “I… Cynthia left… If uh… If you were looking for her… Or something… I… Sh-She’s gone… With William…” He spoke, moving to pull his knees to his chest, moving so he did not have to look back at him, “She… She was right… I’m nothing… I deserve to be stuck here alone… She deserves better… Dani deserves better…”

Tristan frowned, sighing softly, “Scott… She’s… You don’t know if she’s gone forever… Maybe she just needed to blow off some steam or…” He trailed off, seeing Scott pick up the ring that his sister had left behind. Before he had the chance to say anything, he could hear his friend start to sob, his body shaking violently as the situation took him over again. He didn’t hesitate to climb into the bed, wrapping his arms as tightly as he could around him, trying his damndest to calm him down. “Shh… It’s alright… You’re not alone… I’m here, and there’s no way in hell you’re not going to be seeing your son… He deserves to be around his father… But… Just forget about her now, ok? She’s not right, you are fine the way you are, my sister can just be too picky for her own good…”

The harpy whimpered, listening to his words as he held on tightly to him. His head leaned on his shoulder as he tried to relax himself. Tristan’s gentle hands running up and down his back was soothing already, but he was still worried. “Trist… I… I don’t wanna be alone… You… You’re not gonna leave me too right..? Please god I don’t…” He whimpered, looking him in the eyes as tears openly streamed down his cheeks.

“Hey… I told you already, you’re never gonna be alone… I’m right here for you… I’m not leaving…” He told him, moving to cup his cheeks as he wiped his eyes. “I promise… I’m not going to leave my best friend…” He told him, smiling sadly. The harpy looked back at him, sniffling as he leaned his forehead against his. He was glad that it was too dark to notice the blush on his cheeks. He wrapped his arms around his neck, hugging him close as he felt small sniffles against his shoulder again. He was hurt now, but he was going to be ok, he would be sure to make him happy again, he cared about him too much to see him so distraught. Things were going to be ok, he was sure of it.

#muse writting #lonely-golden-boi-muse #originofthedark

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ask-runaan-anything · 5 years

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Tightly Knit: A Moonshadow Tale

Here’s my present for you, little shadows: a story of me and little Rayla, as promised. Enjoy.

Characters/Tags: Runaan, Rayla, chain-horn assassin elf, OC healer mage, hurt/comfort, Moonshadows gonna Moonshadow, assassin training, training montage, bit o’ magic, Runaan being Runaan, Runaan gets a childhood nickname, cute & sweet, soft, bonding time

Length: ~5k words

The spring morning’s light cast its rays through the intricately carved curls in the wooden dome over the Moonshadow training arena, patterning the pale dirt with curlicue shadows beneath the whitewashed dome’s interior. Runaan had been running training patterns with his fellow assassins since dawn, but when a pair of violet eyes peeked through the lowest carved curl in the dome twenty feet up, their young owner spotted him taking a rare break to discuss with them instead.

Runaan felt the weight of her gaze—and heard the soft sound of her little knees thumping against the wooden dome—but he pretended not to notice. Rayla loved to believe she could sneak up on him, and he found her attempts endearing. Though the children in the campus crèche visited the training arena twice a day to exercise and watch the adults train, Rayla still felt the need to escape and clamber up the dome’s exterior wall. But Runaan had been no less adventurous as a child, and he secretly delighted in Rayla’s determination to stalk him. She had a strong will like few he’d ever seen.

With Rayla’s parents on long-term Dragon Guard duty at the lair of the Dragon King, Runaan had been entrusted with her care, and he took that duty as seriously as everything else in his life. At the end of each day, he would collect her from the crèche, and she’d take his hand to walk home and immediately demand to know what he’d done that day. As they ate supper together in his quarters, she’d dance around waving her carrot-stick dagger, or deliberately drink her moonberry juice messily so she could show him a mouth full of bright red teeth. She’d launch herself at him from every available surface, always trusting him to catch her.

And he always did, with a laugh and a spin, before setting her safely down.

“You always catch me,” she’d say.

“That’s my job,” he’d always reply.

Until the morning came when he couldn’t.

“Let’s run secondary attacks again,” he said to his small cohort of trainees, “and then we’ll—”

“Runaan, watch this!” Rayla’s high little voice carried across the arena from a dozen paces away.

Runaan knew that crowing tone. His side tails fluttered as he jerked his head in time to see Rayla launch herself toward one of the horizontal training bars. She’d managed to squeeze through a curlicue in the carved wood and had flung her body at full stretch into midair.

Time slowed as Runaan’s heart rate skyrocketed. The assassin instinctively gauged Rayla’s trajectory. She would, in fact, reach the twenty-foot-high bar. But it was going to be close, and the bar’s diameter was made for fully grown hands, not Rayla’s.

She was going to lose her grip.

Her name got strangled in his throat. If he called out now, she might flinch, lose focus, miss the bar entirely. But every muscle in Runaan’s body tensed into action, and time caught up with him. “Call the healer.” His words targeted his fellow assassins, but his eyes remained locked on Rayla, and he darted toward the elfling before he’d finished speaking.

Rayla’s little hands clasped the bar. Her body wobbled, her legs flailed. Her weight pendulumed.

Her grip slipped.

Rayla tracked the ground with her eyes and tried to bring her feet around under her as she spun, but she landed badly. Runaan skidded to his knees beside her as she lay crumpled into a heap.

“Rayla.” He touched her shoulders and found them so tense that she could have been made of stone.

She was as Moonshadow as he was. She knew not to show her pain. But her body radiated it like the sun. She whimpered lightly. “Sorry, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, little shadow. I’m the one who’s sorry. I failed in my duty. I didn’t catch you.” He tried to help her sit up, but she only tucked herself harder around her left arm.

“D-didn’t want you to,” Rayla quavered. “You can’t catch me forever. I’m getting big.”

Runaan glanced up at the bar, eyed the gap between it and the edge of the filigree dome. Not big enough. “Let me see.”

“I’m okay.”

��You are not. You pinwheeled twenty feet down. You haven’t learned that move yet.”

“That’s a move?”

Runaan’s worries warred with his need for control. He held out his hands, indicating she should reach toward him for the standard injury tap test he’d taught her. “Show me you’re all right, and I’ll teach it to you.”

Slowly, Rayla sat up, her navy tunic dusted thickly with dirt the color of granite. She’d never hesitated to throw herself at him, reach for him, or toss whatever lay close to hand in his direction. But now, she did hesitate. She clutched her left arm against her chest. Runaan’s heart sank.

But bravely—foolishly—she mustered her courage and offered both of her arms toward him. Her right arm moved perfectly, though it was coated in dust. But her left had already begun to swell just above the wrist.

Runaan extended a single finger from each of his hands. He tapped one firmly against the top of Rayla’s right wrist. Her lips pressed firmly, but she kept her determined expression in place.

Then he raised his other finger over her broken wrist. And waited.

Rayla’s soft white brows twitched.

He raised his finger a little higher. Don’t make me do it, little shadow.

Rayla’s determination gave way, and she turned her face away from him with a small grimace of anticipation, though she still held her wrist out. It was as close to surrender as she was going to get.

A fresh wave of guilt washed through Runaan. His finger curled back into his fist. “Oh, Rayla.”

Instead of completing the test, Runaan scooped her into his arms and strode across the workout arena. Anghas, in his white robes, was just entering the arena from the practicum wing and hurried toward them.

Runaan bypassed the healer, heading straight inside, and Anghas fluttered along at his elbow. “What happened?”

“She broke her arm in a fall.” Runaan kept his eyes straight ahead, but Rayla helpfully raised her injured limb so Anghas could see it.

“Tap test?” Anghas inquired, his gaze on Rayla’s swelling arm.

Runaan blew inside the practicum wing and headed for the healer’s rooms at the center at full stride, his long ponytail fluttering in his wake. “Results were conclusive.”

Rayla glanced up at him through damp lashes, but she kept silent. She knew he hadn’t completed the test as was required. Runaan’s first concern was getting her treated, so he let her draw her own conclusions.

Runaan claimed the first of Anghas’s empty workrooms and set Rayla on the study table for Anghas to examine. The healer took Rayla’s arm in his gentle fingers, and Runaan stepped back to catch his breath.

He couldn’t seem to do it, though. His chest had gone tight.

He gave Rayla an encouraging nod and stepped outside for a moment, then slipped inside the next empty room. He leaned his forehead and his fingertips against the wall and closed his eyes, breathing deeply. The silver hair cuffs in his side tails tapped against the wall once and hung still.

He’d been so close to catching her. And he’d missed. His shaky breath hissed against the wall and echoed loudly in his ears, full of accusatory guilt.

Get it together, Quirk. His mother’s voice in his mind, his childhood nickname in that exasperated voice she always used. She had always picked him up, dusted him off, and put him back together. He’d never thought about how his hurts might have caused her pain, too. Perhaps she had been talking to herself as well as to him.

He nodded to himself, feeling his forehead rock against the wall. Remembered his mother dusting off the spiral twist in his horns with a gentle swoop of her fingers. Her encouraging smile.

Get it together, Quirk.

With a deep, steadying breath, Runaan pushed himself back from the wall and into perfect balance. He lifted his chin and headed back into Rayla’s room. This time, he stood behind her, resting a comforting hand on her good shoulder, and felt her relax under his touch.

Anghas gave Rayla a little cup of thick, spicy severcane juice for the pain. Then the Moon mage crafted a solid illusion of sturdy material to hold Rayla’s arm in place while it healed. The white tracery of the brace’s openwork pattern displayed the healer’s gift with art as well as medicine. He sent them home with a packet of herbs and a pouch of moonberries, as well as instructions that Rayla was not to spend her days at the crèche for a couple of weeks, lest she re-injure herself playing. “Rest and relaxation is what you need,” Anghas told her. “Your bone will knit and be stronger than ever. But it needs time.”

Runaan nodded, forming a plan, but Rayla’s little shoulders slumped.

Anghas told Rayla as she left, “You were very brave.”

That put a big smile back on her face. Runaan took her good hand as she cradled her broken arm against her chest in a soft purple sling, and he squatted down to look her in the face. Those big violet eyes locked onto his, still so trusting despite his failure. “The bravest Moonshadow ever. I should carry you home on my shoulders so everyone can see your daring fearlessness.”

Rayla looked down at her broken arm with a proud smile, but she got distracted by the state of her tunic. She reached toward the thick dust that still coated her, but Runaan’s hand shot out and clasped her wrist, not wanting her to jostle her broken arm.

“Leave the dust, little shadow. It proves you fought well today.”

“Okay, Runaan.”

With a smile, Runaan swiped a smudge of dust from the tip of her nose and swept her up onto his shoulders. He ambled toward the barracks, but he took a side trip to visit Mayr’s quarters.

The suspended assassin answered her door with a dark look and a sardonic tip of her horns, but she straightened up when she saw Runaan, smoothing the frown that wrinkled the delicate blue crescent on her forehead and brushing her long white hair back off her shoulders. It hadn’t been his fault that her name had been taken off the mission rolls.

Her gray eyes studied Rayla and her injury before drifting to Runaan’s face. “Aye, Runaan?” Her low brogue lilted with undimmed sass as she leaned against her door frame.

“I have a task for you, Mayr. Come to my quarters for breakfast in the morning. Plan to stay for a while.”

Mayr flicked her gaze up and down Runaan’s tall figure, and a smile finally teased her lips. “Well, that’ll set them talking.”

He couldn’t help the half-smile that tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Then they haven’t been paying attention. Rayla needs supervision.”

Mayr studied the elfling on his shoulders, not unkindly. “And what do I need?” she bargained.

Runaan lifted his chin. “You need me to talk to the Justice Council for you about those horn chains.”

At that, Mayr’s pale brows lifted. Her choice of “noisy” personal adornment had been the cause of her suspension when she’d refused to take them off. They weren’t on the approved dress code list, and Moonshadows loved rules. But if Runaan spoke for her to the Justice Council—if he said the right words—she wouldn’t need to give up her decorative chains. A true smile crossed her lips. “Then I’ll see you for breakfast.” Her eyes danced up to Rayla’s. “Well fought, Rayla.”

Runaan felt Rayla sit up straighter at the female assassin’s regard. Mayr closed her door, and Runaan carried Rayla back to the quarters they shared, where he settled her in on her favorite big poofy purple cushion by the big window that looked out onto the communal gardens. She nibbled at Anghas’s moonberries while Runaan read her an adventure story, but she dozed off soon from the effects of the severcane, and her violet eyes slipped shut.

Runaan closed the book softly and studied her sleeping features. That strong little chin, so like her mother’s. Her father’s brows and cheeks. The blue marks that swooped beneath her eyes made her skin seem even paler as she lay nestled in the fluffy cushion, and her body had finally relaxed into childlike softness.

You’re not hard enough yet, Rayla. An idea occurred to him. He dropped a tiny kiss on her forehead and covered her with a blanket. With pen and paper in hand, Runaan seated himself on the floor next to her and began to sketch out his plan.

Mayr showed up the next morning right on time, bearing mangoes and apples. The three of them broke their fast together, and throughout their quiet conversation, Runaan never once heard her horn chains rattle. He gave Rayla a short list of instructions to follow while he was at the arena—no acrobatics, stay indoors, rest if you’re tired, listen to Mayr and also obey her—and caught Mayr’s eye as he headed out the door. She gave him a crisp nod and turned back to Rayla. Runaan studied her horn chains from the back for a moment, and then he left Rayla in her capable hands for the day.

But he couldn’t stop thinking about his little charge as the day wore on. Every time he caught sight of that twenty-foot bar, he saw Rayla’s tumbling fall again, heard her crash to the ground right at his feet. He couldn’t undo the past. But he had a plan to guard the future.

By lunchtime, he knew it wasn’t enough. He grabbed a couple of oranges and slipped out of the training campus, hoping to check on Rayla without disturbing her—or giving away the depth of his concern. Overt feelings were for Sunfires. He spotted a pretty purple flower, a shooting star, and picked it for her as he passed through the gardens that bordered the back of the assassins’ barracks.

At the window to the main room in his quarters, he looked in and spotted Rayla, asleep again on her the big cushion, her limbs lax in utter relaxation. He twirled the flower in his fingers for a moment, then reached in and rested it on the sill for her.

Mayr entered quietly just then, carrying a tray for Rayla’s lunch. He glanced up at her, and she paused. Then she smiled reassuringly and gave him a short nod. With a deep breath, Runaan pushed way from the window sill, nodded back at her, and returned to the training arena.

When he finished for the day and got home, tired, sweaty, and in need of a brush for his long, tousled hair, Rayla was wearing the shooting star behind one ear and a giant smile across her face. Runaan let his eyes rest on it for a moment so she knew that he’d noticed, and her smile widened further.

“You don’t have to stay tonight,” Runaan told Mayr.

But the suspended assassin was busy chopping ingredients for a massive salad. “Don’t take that tone with me, Runaan. I agreed to stay, and I will. Besides, I stalked the markets today. There’s no going back now.” She waved her knife at a variety of produce that clustered on a nearby kitchen counter.

“Apparently not, no.” Runaan cleaned up and redid his hair, and the three of them enjoyed another meal together. Then Runaan cast his eyes out at the gardens. Let himself be seen studying them.

Of course Mayr noticed. “What is it, then,” she said in an expectant tone.

He flicked his turquoise gaze to her. “How are your carpentry skills?”

Mayr raised her white brows speculatively.

An hour later, the two of them knelt in a small clearing in the gardens, hammering wooden beams together and burying their supports deep into the dirt while Rayla looked on in interest, holding her purple sling against her chest.

“What’s it for, Runaan?” she finally asked, seemingly unable to fathom why the two assassins would suddenly decide to build a series of horizontal beams at various heights radiating around a small patch of grass in the middle of the gardens.

Runaan hammered the last nail in place and stood, wiping his brow with the back of his wrist. He held out a hand for her good one. “Come and see.”

Mayr stood back with smiling anticipation as Rayla took Runaan’s big hand. He led her to the lowest beam, mere inches off the grass and half as wide as her foot. With a leading pull, he urged her to step up at one end. Then he folded her good arm atop her broken one, steadied her shoulders from behind, and gave her a tiny push forward.

Obediently, Rayla balanced her way down the beam. Near the end, though, she wobbled, tried to stay on, and failed, slipping off the beam with a small growl of frustration. Her violet eyes shot to Runaan, and she said what she heard Runaan say a dozen times a day in the arena. “Again.”

She hopped right back on, facing Runaan this time. Her balance flickered halfway along, and she threw out her right arm to balance with. Runaan shook his head and gestured for her to tuck it back atop her chest. With a glower, Rayla did so. And promptly wobbled off the narrow beam again. “Moon and Shadow!” she swore, shooting Runaan an impatient look. “Why can’t I walk on this stupid thing?”

A smile tugged at Runaan’s mouth as he admired Rayla’s determination. He gave Mayr a soft side nod, tipping his horns back toward his quarters, and she flicked an eyebrow back at him before heading inside. Turning his attention back to his small charge, Runaan said, “You rely too much on your arms. Bend your knees, use your legs. Feel your balance here.” He tapped her tunic just over her belly button. “If you can balance with your legs, you can use your arms for other things.”

Rayla put one foot back up on the beam before Runaan’s words sank in. Her eyes widened as she finally realized what he was up to. She turned and took in the variety of balance beams, the circle they formed, and whipped her little head back to face Runaan. “You made me my own training beams? So I can train like you do? So I can hop around with swords in my hands? Runaan!”

Her glee overwhelmed her pain, and she launched herself at him. Alarm flared in his chest for a split-second, but his instincts kicked in, and he caught her softly, spinning to absorb her momentum.

Despite his soft catch, she still jostled her broken arm a little. “Oof. Ouch. Thank you. I love it. Best gift ever. I’ll use it every day. I promise.”

He hefted her up higher in his arms and smiled. “Moonshadows never promise lightly. I expect you to hold to your word. And I’m not letting you train without me.”

A sassy smile overtook her features, and she lifted her chin. “Does that mean I’m the boss?”

He chuckled and set her down. “The day you stop asking if you’re in charge is the day you’re actually in charge, little shadow. Now. Up on that beam again.”

Runaan kept Rayla on the lowest beam, but he let her begin to sidestep, skip, and hop as much as she was able. She held her broken arm close and focused so intently that Runaan had to tell her to get off when the sun set. She fell asleep on his shoulder as he carried her inside.

Mayr handed him a bowl of cubed spiceroot when he returned from tucking her in. “Wore her out, did ya?” She tipped her horns with a smile, and her horn chains swayed silently.

His eyes studied the chains. He’d nearly sussed out her secret, but he replied on topic. “It’ll be harder to wear her out as she heals up, but I’ll do my best. Let her train with you as much as she likes during the day. I’ll work with her every evening. She’ll sleep soundly at night.”

Mayr stole one of his vegetable cubes and popped it in her mouth. “You’re a fine Moonshadow, Runaan.”

His turquoise eyes studied her face, and their corners crinkled just a little. Perhaps she did see everything he was really doing. For her, for Rayla. For himself. But as long as she helped him, it didn’t really matter. We are Moonshadow. “As are you.”

Her gray gaze danced across his features, and she offered him a subtle chin lift of approval. “You’ll make some handsome elf very happy someday.”

Now a real smile crossed his face. “So will you.” The tiniest flare of her pupils filled in the last blank for Runaan, but he kept her secret to himself. “See you at breakfast.”

The bright days of spring grew a little longer. The Moon spun across the velvet sky each night, and the evenings warmed. Runaan left something pretty on the sill for Rayla every day—a shiny chestnut, an agate, a blue river stone, once a sprightly moonfrog in a box—and plenty of bright, pretty flowers. He kept his mind on his work while he trained, even when the children in the crèche came out to watch the assassins at their practice. But the moment he was finished for the day, he turned toward home, declining all offers of drinks and camaraderie.

Mayr kept Rayla occupied during the day, sometimes on the lowest training beams, but often with entertaining studies. History, legends, dynamic physics experiments—aka shoving things off the edge of the table to study how they fell—and guessing games all kept Rayla’s mind as engaged as her little legs. But when Runaan came home each evening, Rayla inhaled her supper and began tugging at his hand to take her out to the gardens and train.

And train they did. As her arm began to mend and her legs grew stronger and steadier, Rayla followed Runaan’s direction to higher and higher beams, leaping and landing, trying to perch perfectly without a single wobble. Runaan called orders and pointed to her targets for her, and he followed her as if he were her own shadow. She slipped dozens of times. But he was always there to steady or catch her. After two weeks, Rayla’s arm was knitting together well, and her balancing skills had markedly improved, so Runaan surprised her with a new pair of slip-proof, knee-high boots. He and Mayr added rounded tops to some of the beams to simulate tree branches. Runaan could barely keep up with his little shadow after that.

The evening before Rayla was scheduled to return to the crèche, Runaan sat up late, carving a leftover piece of the balance beams into a small wooden figure for Rayla to use in future physics experiments. He was so focused on getting his own long ponytail carved right that he didn’t notice Mayr until she tugged on his actual hair, startling him.

He covered his tiny flinch by holding up the figurine. “What do you think?”

She leaned in to examine it, then she looked him in the eye. “’Tis a bit obvious, aye?”

He briefly raised an eyebrow. “Sometimes the illusion is best served by mirroring reality closely.”

“Best served for whom?” she asked softly.

Ah. Runaan studied the little archer in his fingers. “You’ve seen her. She has true talent.”

“Amazing how you saw that all along, isn’t it?” Mayr’s voice held a heavy dollop of sass.

“It shouldn’t be. I’m her guardian.” Before Mayr could prod further at his motives, Runaan played his trump card. “I’ll be speaking to the Justice Council tomorrow.”

“And you’ll tell them what?” Mayr dipped her horns to the side, making her illegal chains sway. Silently.

Runaan didn’t let them distract him as he held her gaze. “The truth.”

Her eyes widened in alarm, and he knew he’d been right about her.

He smiled reassuringly. “The only truth that matters, that is.”

Mayr took a deep breath as if to steady herself. “Which truth matters to you today, Runaan?”

The assassin looked down again at the small wooden figurine of himself.

Rayla was healing from her injury. She was learning strength and skill. He couldn’t be there to catch her every time, so he’d begun training her to catch herself. Training her to rely on him less. To need him less.

Mayr refused to give up those chains on her horns because they had been a gift from someone precious to her—someone an assassin was forbidden to share a life with. And they made no noise because they were only illusions. There was only one elf on the campus who had an artistic bent and enough mage skills to craft illusory horn jewelry: Anghas. Mayr was risking her career for love.

Runaan had offered her a bargain: help take care of Rayla while she recovered, in exchange for his word in her defense. He’d never said what that word would be, but now he could be certain: Anghas had crafted silent chains for Mayr not only as a sign of his affection, but to keep her safe.

The wooden figurine in his hand represented something similar between Runaan and Rayla. He folded his long fingers around it tightly and met Mayr’s gray eyes.

“This truth, Mayr.” He tipped his horns, and his voice dropped. “You snuck up on me.”

His fellow assassin beamed.

Runaan scheduled a meeting with the Justice Council the next morning, where he thoroughly enjoyed pointing out that Mayr’s skill had enabled her to surprise him. With his own testimony, there was no need to complicate the matter by mentioning that the assassins’ dress code never addressed silent illusions, so Anghas’s name never needed to come up. The Council knew Runaan to be one of the most perceptive assassins they had. If he said Mayr could stalk him, chains or not, she deserved to be reinstated.

The Council pronounced their decision. Runaan left their chambers with a smile of triumph and stopped Mayr in the middle of campus as she was bringing Rayla to the crèche for her first day back.

Rayla looked up at his serious expression. “What’s wrong, Runaan?”

He kept his eyes on Mayr. “Someone’s out of uniform. I’ll take Rayla. You report to the arena in ten minutes. If you’re late by even a second—”

But Mayr flashed past him, wearing the biggest smile he’d ever seen on her, before he could finish his teasing threat. She pressed a hand against his arm and breathed a “Thank you” and then she was dashing toward the changing rooms.

Rayla worked her little hand into his gloved one. “That was very nice of you. You’re a good friend.”

Runaan walked with her toward the children’s rooms. “I didn’t do it for her.”

To his surprise, Rayla sassed back, “You kinda did.”

He looked down at her with a soft smile. “I didn’t do it only for her.”

“That’s even better. You’re a good Moonshadow, Runaan. The best Moonshadow I know.”

At the sight of Rayla’s upturned, smiling face, the last jagged corner of Runaan’s hard heart melted.

Rayla rejoined the crèche and eagerly came out to watch the assassins train again. Runaan made sure to walk over and chat with her every time. He asked her opinion on his technique, and she took him very seriously, offering her best critiques. The other children began to look to Rayla as a guide.

When Anghas declared her broken bone knitted entirely, Runaan gave her a bow and training swords—two matching swords, as all Moonshadows practiced with—and let her train as hard as she liked. And she trained hard. The summer passed, and winter spun by, and Rayla kept training. She grew like a weed. Her sass was the only thing that could keep pace with her hunger to learn. And Runaan indulged her every opportunity for both. They trained in the arena after hours. In the garden when it rained. In the forest when it snowed.

The next spring, Rayla stood a few inches taller and sported a leaner look, but the way she carried herself was nearly unrecognizable from the year before. Her confidence entered every room five steps before she did, and few secrets hid from her bright violet gaze.

One day, Runaan entered the training arena after lunch to find Rayla clinging to the lower edge of the wood filigree dome from the exact spot where she’d leaped the year before. He stopped, heart hammering in his chest.

The arena was full. Other assassins milled about, casting curious glances at Rayla, and now at Runaan, too. Even the crèche had gathered, ready to observe an afternoon session.

Get it together, Quirk.

The tall assassin took a deep breath and studied Rayla for a moment. She was still short, and that twenty-foot bar was still big for her hands. But she’d practiced on it for months. He’d taught her several dismounts, and she could land them all. She’d never tried to leap from the edge of the dome again, but he knew what she knew: she could do it.

Their eyes met.

Runaan held her gaze and strode out in front of the bar, silently marking her landing spot for her. He lifted his chin and gave her a sharp nod. She had trusted him for the past year. Now it was his turn to trust her. She had earned it.

Her grin was brilliant, and she launched herself toward the bar between them. Those powerful little legs gave her all the momentum she needed. Strong hands grasped the bar, and she swung herself around it easily. Then, under her own power, she let go, twirling through a series of show-off flips. Light as a leaf landing in the forest, Rayla dropped into a three-point landing right in front of Runaan.

Though he kept a straight face, his heart soared. She stood up, eyes gleaming with confidence. The children started hollering their amazement and appreciation. Several of the assassins nodded and smiled in congratulations, as well.

Runaan had eyes only for his little shadow, though. He had taught her how not to need him, and in the process, his heart had become tightly knit to hers. In true Moonshadow fashion, such a bond could never be undone.

He tucked his hands behind his back and smiled. “Well done, Rayla.”

The End

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The Wizarding World of EXO [Chapter 5: Kim Jongdae and the Dragon’s Egg]

Hogwarts!AU

All EXO members

Summary: Welcome to the Wizarding World, ten years after the Second Wizarding War. Now, nine students at Hogwarts each have their own story to tell, secrets to discover and identities to grow.

Chapter 1│Chapter 2│Chapter 3│Chapter 4│Chapter 5│Chapter 6│ Chapter 7│Chapter 8│Chapter 9│Chapter 10│Chapter 11│Epilogue

“What’s that?” Jongdae asks, body practically sprawled over the wooden table as he tries to get a better look at something round and smooth in the fire.

“A dragon egg.”

Jongdae gasps, snapping towards Hagrid with wide, shocked eyes. “A dragon egg? Hagrid, that’s dangerous!”

“I know, Jongdae.” Hagrid merely answers, focusing entirely on the dragon egg. “But I let go of my baby once, an’ I ain’t ‘bout to do it again!”

“Once?” Jongdae replies in a squeak. “You mean it happened before?”

“Eh, a long time ago with Harry, Hermoine an’ Ron.”

“You’re kidding.”

Hagrid turns to him with a brow raised, a little confused. “I’m not.”

Jongdae’s jaw is practically touching the table now. “You—With Harry Potter—”

His best friend throws a pebble at him, hitting him in the side of the head and making him yelp. “Moving away from the fact that this exact thing happened to Harry Potter many years ago, what are you going to do once that dragon hatches?”

Jongdae rolls his eyes at his best friend, a Ravenclaw, and therefore feels like she’s always the smarter, mature one. They’ve known each other for four years now, always together. He knows her better than anyone, and vice versa.

Hagrid tugs at his beard, looking down. “Eh, I’m not sure.”

“Hagrid, a dragon will cause a lot of chaos—”

“I’ll keep it in the Forbidden Forest.” Hagrid cuts her off with a wave of his hand. “It’ll be fine.”

“No it’s not. This is a dragon that will grow up and possibly destroy the school.” She says flatly, more irritated than actually scared of the possibility.

Jongdae rolls his eyes at her. Sometimes she worries way too much. “Don’t worry, Hagrid said everything’s under control—”

There’s a crisp knock on the door just then, and the three of them freeze immediately.

“Hagrid? It’s almost curfew time and I want to see if there are any students with you.”

Oh gosh it’s Professor McGonagall. They are screwed.

Both students turn to Hagrid who swallows thickly, nervously calling back to her. “Ah, er, just a moment! I, er, spilled my drink!”

With a terrible excuse to buy them some time, Hagrid pushes the scalding hot egg against Jongdae’s chest. Thank goodness for the thick robes he’s wearing, or he would’ve burned himself.

“Jongdae! Quick! Take the egg an’ run!”

“I—” Jongdae splutters, eyes wide as Hagrid hands him a pair of smaller mittens in order to properly hold the egg. “What?”

“The window!” Hagrid points frantically at the windows of his little hut. “Quick!”

“Hagrid?” Professor McGonagall’s muffled voice sounds again and Jongdae can feel himself jump out of his skin.

“Hurry.” His best friend hisses as she pulls him over to the window, which is angled away from the doorway to allow them a successful escape. They hop out just as Hagrid unlocks the door, letting Professor McGonagall in to ensure all students are back in Hogwarts for the night.

The night helps disguise them as they scurry back to Hogwarts and once they’re safe in a deserted hallway, Jongdae holds out the egg from where he was clutching it against his chest. “Holy crap. Did he just give me the dragon egg?”

“Yes.” She answers without hesitation. “And you’re going to get in a hell lot of trouble if you get found out, you know that right?”

Jongdae gulps. Growing up in a muggle family meant he’s never experienced something remotely like this. “What do I do?”

“Put it in a fire.” She says solemnly. “It might die if you don’t.”

“So you want me to hatch it?” Jongdae hisses in disbelief.

“It’s a freaking egg, Jongdae. It either hatches or dies.” She hisses back, and they jump when they hear footsteps echo.

“Fine.” Jongdae whispers urgently. “We need to go.”

And then they go their separate ways, heading back to their dorm. Jongdae heads quickly to the Hufflepuff common room right next to the kitchens, tapping in the code against the barrel. Once he’s in the common room, he breathes out a sigh of relief, heading straight to the fireplace and carefully, with the mittens protecting his hands, places the egg within the fire.

“Alright, buddy. Hopefully no one will come out in the middle of the night.” Jongdae murmurs before tiredly heading towards the round door that leads to the male’s dormitory to get a good night’s rest.

Jongdae couldn’t sleep properly throughout the entire night. He has a freaking dragon egg in his house common room and he was worried someone might get up in the middle of the night, or the dragon might hatch.

So he ended up waking up way too early, heading out to the common room and breathing in relief to find that, indeed, the egg is still there. The fire had died down quite a bit, so Jongdae grabbed some more firewood, whispering, “Incendio.”

A jet of fire shoots from his wand to the fireplace, making the fire brighter, scarlet and tangerine flames licking across the surface of the pale egg.

“I’ll have to get you out when the others wake up.” Jongdae sits down in one of the chairs, exhausted from the lack of sleep. “I don’t even know if I want you to hatch or not.”

Suddenly, there’s a soft cracking sound, almost as if the egg is responding to his words. Jongdae lets out a quiet gasp, rushing over to the fireplace and grabbing is mittens from his robe, slipping them on to take the egg out of the fire. He places it carefully on the floor, watching in fascination as the egg cracks, a small dragon popping out.

It’s a tiny baby dragon, about the size of his hand with beautiful, pearly scales that reflect the light streaming in from the windows. When it opens its eyes, blinking up at Jongdae, its eyes are pupil-less, but seems to change color with every turn of its head.

“Wow.” He breathes out, tentatively holding his hand out and to his surprise, the dragon climbs on his hand, letting out a soft squawk. “You’re beautiful.”

It squawks again, almost endearingly, and Jongdae lets out a soft chuckle. With his other hand, he rubs the top of the dragon’s head. It seems to enjoy that as it rubs back, almost like a kitten, though its scales are quite hard and rough. No doubt they’ll hurt when it’s full grown.

And then his stomach drops. He just hatched a dragon! What is he going to do? How will he be able to hide it from his house-mates? From the professors? What if he gets suspended because of this?

He gulps, beginning to tremble at the thought. Sure, he’s broken some rules before, but they were small rules like using Skiving Snackboxes—which was only on one occasion. It did work like a charm, though.

“What am I going to do with you?” Jongdae mumbles to the dragon, stroking it’s neck.

“Do with what?” A door from the third year dormitory opens, revealing a student he recognizes as Oh Sehun, pureblood. His hair is a mess from sleep, and he leans against the rounded doorframe—which looks quite difficult to do, actually—raising a perfect brow at Jongdae.

Jongdae immediately slips the dragon into his robe pocket, the one where he also happened to keep his wand, and takes that out instead. “M-My wand! It keeps disobeying me. What am I going to do with it?”

Sehun scrunches his nose. “Are you sure you bought the right wand? If you bought it from Ollivanders, it should be right, but…”

“Haha…yeah, maybe I should go get it checked.” Jongdae stands up a little too quickly, shuffling out of the common room. “Uh, anyway, I have to go! Have a good day, Sehun!”

He slips out of the common room before Sehun could say another word, and he breathes out in relief. He looks around the hall, seeing no one. Is he even allowed to be out so early?

He’s not sure what time it is, but it should be about five or six in the morning. Breakfast doesn’t start until seven-thirty, which means he’s got quite a while to go.

Slightly terrified, he scurries through the halls as quietly as he can, heading towards the Ravenclaw dormitory. She would know what to do—or at least have more of a plan than he does at the moment.

Along the way, he hears footsteps and his heart leaps to his throat as he quickly finds somewhere to hide. He ducks into another hallway, pressing himself flat against the wall in hopes it’s not a professor, or that the professor won’t see him.

“Jongdae!”

He recognizes the voice as she whispers his name.

“Oh thank goodness.” Jongdae breathes out, having never felt so relieved to see her. He hurries to wrap his arms around her, squeezing her tightly against him.

She lets out a soft squeal in surprise, before hugging him back. “You okay?”

“No.” He answers solemnly, taking out the baby dragon from his pocket. “It hatched.”

She blinks, leaning forward to take a better look at the dragon. The dragon’s pupil-less eyes stare back, before it sneezes and lets out a flame of vivid red flames, searing her tie.

She backs off immediately, yelping as she pats the flames away. “It’s an Antipodean Opaleye.”

“Ah Anti…opal—what?” Jongdae asks, eyes squinting on the dragon wiggling about on his hand, which is quite ticklish since its claws aren’t that sharp yet.

“An Antipodean Opaleye.” She repeats. “It’s a breed from New Zealand and lives in valleys. Usually, it doesn’t attack people.”

“Oh.” He says back dumbly. “So…what should we do?”

“We need to send it away.” She answers sternly, walking out to the courtyard and towards Hagrid’s hut. “If we get caught, we are so dead.”

The dragon squawks in protest, and Jongdae puts it back in his pocket as he runs after her. “But—I mean—It’s cute.”

She stops abruptly, turning towards him with a brow raised. “Cute? Cute? Jongdae, that dragon will grow up and even though it’s not very aggressive, it’s still dangerous.”

“Well, yes.” Jongdae sinks his teeth into his lower lip, a pout appearing on his lips. “But…I kind of…you know…”

“Jongdae.” She says, tone hard. “You’re not…attached to it, are you?”

Jongdae says nothing, merely looking down.

“Jongdae!” She cries out in exasperation. “You can’t! Trading dragon eggs are illegal! Hagrid will be in trouble, and we will be in trouble! We could go to Azkaban!”

He blinks, pouting harder. “Well, yes, but—”

“What are you two doing?” Filch asks furiously, stomping over to them. They gulp, and Jongdae puts a hand in his pocket, trying hard not to alert the dragon.

“We just woke up too early, sir.” She answers, trying to sound as calm as possible. “We were just taking a stroll before breakfast.”

Filch narrows his eyes suspiciously on them, eyes darting between them. “Students never wake up early. Confess; what are you two up to?”

“Nothing, sir.” Jongdae replies. “I swear.”

Filch obviously doesn’t believe them, so he grabs their arms, dragging them away. “You two are coming with me. You’ll answer to Headmistress McGonagall.”

Jongdae gulps, glancing at her who looks a little too pale. They don’t speak as they’re dragged to the Headmistress’s office. Professor McGonagall is sitting at her desk, writing something when they enter.

“Headmistress, I caught these two snooping around in the courtyard—”

“We weren’t snooping around!” Jongdae’s best friend corrects sharply. “We were strolling because we woke up too early.”

“And is there a problem with that?” Professor McGonagall asks Filch, a brow raised, though her quill doesn’t stop.

“Well—I—they looked like they were planning something—” Filch stammers, his hold loosening on their arms.

“And did you see them planning something?” McGonagall presses.

“I—No.” Filch looks red, like he’s about to explode. “Sorry to bother you, m’am.”

“That’s quite alright.” Her eyes train on the two students. “You can leave now. I’ll have a word with them.”

Filch seems to perk up immediately, thinking they’re in trouble. He practically skips out the door.

“Professor—” Jongdae’s best friend starts, trying to explain, but Professor McGonagall cuts her off.

“You are not in trouble—at least not for the reason Filch says. But it is strange for you two to be up so early. Is something going on?”

Jongdae glances at her, gulping. Slowly, she nods and Jongdae steps forward, hands digging into his pocket. “Professor…Um, I got a dragon egg…and it hatched…” He fishes out the dragon, holding it out on his palm. It shakes its body, expanding his wings and flapping a few times, though it can’t fly yet.

Professor McGonagall looks surprised, even horrified as she stares at the dragon. “You…You remind me of someone.” She massages her temple, taking in a deep breath.

Jongdae sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, nervous.

“We’ll have to send it back to its natural habitat, or a dragon sanctuary. We sent one away quite a years ago, so it shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Professor.” Jongdae squeaks out. “Would it…would it be possible if…if I could…keep it?” He stutters out nervously, terrified of her reaction. His best friend elbows him, making him wince, throwing a glare her way.

“Keeping a dragon?” She asks, surprised at the request. “That’s a very dangerous thing.”

“I—Yes, I understand.” Jongdae can practically feel himself shrinking. “But…maybe it can stay in the Forbidden Forest and…If it gets out of control we can send it away.”

Professor McGonagall frowns. “That’s a very dangerous risk, Mr. Kim. A risk we may not be able to take.”

Jongdae pouts, deflating. “…I understand.”

“Perhaps.” Professor McGonagall says suddenly, thoughtful. “But perhaps it can help keep the Acromantulas at bay. Ever since the Second Wizarding War, we’ve been having trouble keeping them away. Perhaps a dragon may help. If it can be controlled, that is.”

“So you’ll give it a chance?” Jongdae exclaims, a bit too excited.

Professor McGonagall lets out a soft laugh, nodding slowly. “Yes. But the first signs of danger and I’ll send it away. Train it well, Mr. Kim.”

“I will!” He beams, his grin so big it feels like his face might break apart. He turns towards her with absolute glee, and once they leave the Headmistress’s office, he practically throws himself on her, squeezing her tight. “She let me keep it!”

“Gah, Jongdae!” She gasps. “I can’t breathe!”

“Sorry,” he apologizes, though the silly grin is still on his face. “Just too happy.” He takes out the dragon, stroking it’s head and it squawks at him affectionately. “You can stay, little guy. Don’t worry, I’ll definitely take care of you.” He presses the dragon against his cheek, letting it nudge him.

“Well,” she speaks, making Jongdae turn towards her. She looks a little upset, a pout on her lips. “Looks like you found a new best friend.”

Jongdae lets out a grin at this, taking a step towards her and wiggling his brows. “Aw, are you jealous?”

She huffs, turning away. “No.”

Jongdae chuckles, enjoying this way too much. He can see how her cheeks are a bit redder than usual.

“Don’t worry.” Jongdae assures. “No one can replace you. Because,” he moves so that he’s standing in front of her, and in one swift, smooth motion, leans in to press a quick kiss to her lips. “Because I love you.”

Oh, how he wishes he had his phone so he could take a picture of her expression after that.

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 6 years

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110?!?

Waking to a silent house was always a concern when you have kids. Let alone waking to a silent house when your daughter has amazing acoustics, and two adorable little boys that didn't appreciate her nightly... daily... vargaly... serenades... and your husband wasn't right beside you, where he was supposed to be

"Keith?!"

Nope. No reply... ok... maybe he fell asleep with the boys and their princess. Slipping from his bed, Lance yawned as he did. He missed sleep. He really missed it and he hadn't even realised he'd fallen asleep. He'd been feeding their girl... aaaand he must have fallen asleep mid-feed. Grabbing his green jacket from the end of their bed, he smiled to himself, Keith was so good to him, and wearing a robe just wasn't the same. Padding through to the lounge room, he found it empty, but was distracted by the shiny silver box on the kitchen counter, finding himself wandering over to it, instead of into the nursery

"Kel? Lan? Keith?!"

Yeah... they were probably asleep. Picking up the small silver box, Lance smiled down at Pidge's messy handwriting "Lance, you're in so much trouble, but Hunk and I made this". Maybe not telling them the moment he'd gone into labour wasn't the right thing to do... but at the time, all he'd wanted and needed was Keith to be there, and he had been. Opening the box, he snorted to himself. Pidge had worked fast, she'd already printed photos from the security camera footage of them up at the castle after he and his pup had been through a round of healing. She'd also gone ahead and photoshopped them into a photo of them all together, as well as one with them and Krolia, and another one of he and Keith suspended over what seemed to be a lake of lava, the text down the bottom threatening death if they didn't let them come down for cuddles soon. Tomorrow. He'd ask them to come down tomorrow. Their little princess could serenade the whole team, and Pidge could have her cuddles with the crying girl. Sliding the photos into his pocket, he rounded the kitchen counter, pouring himself a glass of water before heading towards the nursery. He was so going to kick Keith's arse for leaving him sleeping, while he got all the cuddles.

"Keith?!"

Cracking open the nursery door, Lance peaked inside, not seeing his family settled in there as he'd expected

"Keith!? This isn't funny!"

Backtracking to the guest room, he found it empty. This... this was wrong

"Keith?!"

He knew he'd just left their room, but the omega found himself rushing back to it, as fast as slow and tender body would allow. The glass in his hand slid from his grasp, the sound of it shattering muted as cold water splashed over his feet and sweats

"Hello, Lance. It's been a while"

Growling, Lance stepped forward, throwing his hand out and summoning his Bayard as he did

"What the fuck did you do with them?!"

"That's no way to talk to an old friend. Especially one who so generously allowed you to return back to Voltron"

"Cut the shit, Lotor. Where the fuck is family?!"

"She's cute. Much cuter than I thought a half-breed would be... it's a shame she cried so much"

Throwing himself forward, Lotor laughed as he stopped him with ease, grabbing him around the throat, as he twisted Lance's right arm up behind his back. Lance stood dead still, his armour the only thing keeping him from having to feel the revolt of Lotor's skin against his

"Did you miss me?"

"Like fuck I did"

"You always liked to run your mouth, but this isn't the time for it. You are right. I do have your family, and you have something I need. Of course, I could have just taken it, but this... this is so much more fun"

Breathe. Don't go feral. You can't help them if you lose control. Keep your head. That's the best thing you can do... Still, he had to force the words from his lips, all but choking on their poison

"What. The. Fuck. Do. You. Want?"

"Your life. A simple trade. Your life for that of Keith's, and those disgusting abominations you call children"

"You wouldn't let them go. I know you better than that"

He didn't even have to think about that one

"Lance, you wound me. I truly did want peace, but Allura is just as weak as her father was. All these ideas, but none of the follow through. It was little wonder that Altea was destroyed so easily"

Throwing his left hand back, his blade grazed his side as he tried to drop Lotor. He was going to slaughter him. It wasn't enough to mock him. Now he had to go after Allura. Allura who had struggled with her feelings for both Lotor and Shiro. Allura who was happy with Shiro. Allura who like a sister to him. No. He was going to tear his throat out with his teeth, and feel the man's blood run down his front. No one had the right to touch his family. No one. And he wasn't going to let Lotor get away with it

"There's that spark. It's a shame. I had rather hoped our time together had extinguished it"

Within in a tick, Lotor had released is right arm, grabbed his left and snapped his wrist. His Bayard falling to the floor, and his armour was practically useless, fading as his Bayard deactivated

"You aren't the only one who can learn a few things... Now. I feel I have been more than reasonable"

"How do I know that you have them?"

"Would you rather I didn't? Would you rather your "mate" had taken your children and left you like the weak creature you are?"

"If Keith took the kids, it would be so I could rest. I know you don't understand much, as nothing gets through that ego and into over inflated head of yours, but didn't you learn anything about not fucking with an omega? Or their husband?"

"It matters not what you think"

"Because I know you would never honour your end of the bargain. You're more than happy to kill absolutely anyone who gets in your way, even kids"

"You're starting to sound repetitive, and I'm sick of that disrespectful tone"

Lotors hand squeezed, crushing throat as he laughed lightly

"I know what you're all planning. I've been watching you all along. Tell me Lance, why do think I let you carry out your plans? Why I let you think you were safe? Why I let Keith help you give birth?"

How exactly was he supposed to answer when he couldn't even breathe

"It's because very soon none of this is going to matter. Voltron will cease to exist, and that sad little planet you call Earth, well that's next"

Clawing at Lotor's hand with his right one. Lance was well aware of how pitiful he seemed. His body was still recovering from birth and bleeding, and from healing. Their daughter hadn't let them sleep, their sons weren't impressed with their new little sister and he just felt like a big bruise

"It's alright Lance, give in. Just a little longer, after all, I need you alive for this"

He couldn't do it. He couldn't. He couldn't stop himself from passing out into Lotor's hold... even knowing whatever was coming, really wasn't going to be fun.

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guacameowle · 7 years

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Jihyun Route: Another Story - Notes

Below the cut are the notes of opinions & thoughts I wrote down as I was playing Another Story. It’s below a cut because it’s very lengthy; I think it came out to over 8400 words. I certainly don’t expect anyone to read all of it, but I had a few people ask for me to do this, so here it is. Some of it is more in-depth analysis, most of it is probably nonsense, a lot of it is me thirsting.

Everything written is what I was thinking at the time something happened in the moment of playing the game so you can see how my theories/emotions of the game progress day by day. I did not go back & change anything I wrote after finishing the route. I haven’t even gone back to proofread it yet, so my apologies for ridiculous errors or confusion.

The notes are broken up by days & then by endings (I’ve only completed good & normal endings so far). Obviously, this text will be loaded with spoilers. I apologize if you’re on mobile & the cut doesn’t work & you have to scroll past this horrendously long post.

I’m sure some of what I’ve said here will be controversial, but I’m not here to argue with anyone or create discourse; this is just a means to express my opinions & lingering curiosities about some aspects of the route.

I by no means disliked this route. I very much enjoyed it for all it’s drama, twists, emotional upheaval, discoveries, & Jihyun’s sexy sexy voice.

Prologue

Like hell am I answering any of these calls.

Whyyy are you so obsessed with me?!

Omg they give you a 'call the police option'?! Iconic. I’m doing it.

I AM CRYING LAUGHING. I BAD ENDED & MC GAVE NO FUCKS. Just went home to order some chicken wings. A legend. SHE COULD NOT BE BOTHERED TO GIVE A FUCK. Honestly, that is my true ending. Ultimate true end. This is how my story would have ended if this happened to me in real life. Except I would have gone home to a tub of ice cream. 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 Excellent start to this update. She honestly just disbanded a cult & got dinner afterwards like it was no big thing. Boss MC.

Ok I'll do the prologue & play naive now.

Oh. A blindfold. KINKY~.

MC better be prepared to die because she just willingly let herself be kidnapped. 🙄

DAY ONE

The new music is so so nice. That violin concerto - so beautiful. I need sheet music.

That bedroom at Mint Eye is essentially my DREAM room. Wowza. So much pink! Yeah yeah, Ray, I’ll play your game as long as I don’t have to leave that bed. Ever.

Fuck. Ray is wearing gloves. FUUUUUCK me right up. GLOVES!!!

CATCH MY ASS FLIRTING WITH JUMIN ALL DAY ER’DAY. I told Juju I wanted to hear his voice. I’m so thirsty.

Jumin released a quote book. It probably has great lines like, “Yaaaaaa” or “What is fried chicken?” … I’d buy it. Will probably turn out to be the best trilogy I ever spent money on.

“Mankind is born lonely.” (Call Ray after 00:00 chat). This game just got deep as fuck. I’m not ready for that kind of existential commentary at midnight on day one, ok? Let’s chill. I came here to talk to cute boys/girl, not mull over how mankind was doomed from the start.

Zen is already basically horny & ready to rumble if you tell him you called him in the middle of the night because you were thinking about him & honestly that already makes this a fantastic update.

I’m glad we got a little more context on how Yoosung had a random friend who joined a cult & tried to recruit him. Solid tie-in, Chertiz. Bravo.

JUMIN PREFERS FULL-BODIED WINE. FUCK ME RIGHT UP. THIS MADE ME SO HAPPY.

Yoosung, you’re breaking my heart. I want to comfort him so bad. Everything is still so fresh & he’s so frustrated. He’s going to be an emotional rollercoaster this entire route. I can feel it. Deep in my bones.

“You should be asleep." BINCH. Then why did you call me?!

Ok, day one is almost fucking over, where in the mint wig hell is V?! This is supposed to be his route, right? I’m fixing to start answering for Ray in a hot minute if Pastel Princey doesn’t show up pronto.

ZEN IS SUCH A NARCISSIST & I LOVE HIM FOR IT. “I wonder what I’d look like wet.” Me too, send a selfie quick. Please. I’ll beg.

I can’t stop flirting with everyone holy crap I’m probably going to bad end. I don’t even know who I have the most hearts for currently…

DAY TWO

Why are the longest chats in this game at 2 in the damn morning?! Cheritz, please…

Have I mentioned I really like V’s new sprite outfit? CAUSE I DO. It’s an excellent style. That coat with the pin on the lapel is perfect! Mmmhmm.

Also, V’s sprite’s body language seems pretty important to me. That arm wrapped over himself & holding his other arm feels very closed off. He’s the leader but he’s curling in on himself. Yes, by now we know he has secrets, but this almost feels like he’s unsure of himself for other reasons. Maybe I’m reading too much into it.

In a call V says the dark sky was taking over the moon but then in the next chat he says he couldn’t sleep because the moon was too bright. WELL, WHICH IS IT? I am betting that "bright moon" was probably just a lamp. Flip the switch, V. Turn it off & go to bed.

Aye, Jumin went to a foreign university. I want to know where. Have it ever been said how many other languages Jumin knows? I know he goes to New York & China for business a lot, so do we assume he takes translators with him or that he knows enough of the languages to get by? I’m so curious.

HOW V & JUMIN MET IS THE CUTEST SHIT I HAVE EVER READ IN MY LIFE OMGGGG. Jumin calling the insurance company about a toy car. Stop I can’t. I love him so much.

LITTLE JUMIN IN SUSPENDERS OMG I AM SCREAMING. That mini suit is probably bespoke Armani. Damnit.

V & Drunk!Jumin talking about their friendship is going to make me cry.

Jumin talks about almost being kidnapped on multiple occasions as if it were just a minor inconvenience of his day. “Ran out of pancakes, almost got kidnapped, crashed my toy car…”

Yeah yeah Ray. They're AIs. Sure. Uh huh. Totally believe you.

HOLY SHIT. Seven got a major equipment & set up upgrade. Someone tell me he posted to r/battlestations ?!?!?

Ray said he's going to try to tame me with food & honestly I am not opposed to this. He found my weakness so quickly. BRING ME ICE CREAM! STRAWBERRIES! CHAMPAGNE! Ask Jumin to make me some pancakes, I liked those.

Whoa dang. Zen's "sleepy but maybe gonna lose my voice" voice is 💦💦💦💦

V in that robe. 👀👀👀 ((Lynn, why are you like this?))

The first recommended party guest is a vampire (who could pass for Eros Katsuki Yuuri in a cape). I love this silly game. You think if I told Jumin that the 'Twilight' series was really a documentary he would believe me?

So Jumin confirmed he doesn't have siblings. That's actually one of the lingering questions I had about him. I’m glad he & V found one another at such young ages then. One could argue that they’re like brothers.

I am going to say it - I think Yoosung needs to meet with a licensed professional on a set schedule. He has no outlet for these emotions he's feeling & fears being badgered by RFA members when he does express himself. I feel so bad for him, especially knowing, as the player, that he was right all along to question V & the lack of evidence on Rika's supposed suicide. The RFA chatroom is not a safe space for him. Yet on the other hand, he’s being very selfish in wanting the others to grieve the same way he is. This is a very complex character bit about him.

Jaehee continues to be wary of me nonstop… but is 100% convinced that Seven is inviting the actual planet of Pluto to this party. ::looks directly into the camera::

Now Jumin wants to invite an actual bowl of udon. ::looks harder into the camera:: (If these were the guest recommendations Rika got, no wonder she left.)

JAEHEE CG. CRITICAL HIT. WOMAN DOWN. “You look tired.” JuMIN! No! “You look tired…” LyNN! NO!

I think I’m going to bad end if I don’t stop getting Jumin’s hearts… but I can’t help myself. I am a weak weak woman.

Why in the hell is this chat called “Party at Saturn” but then in the chat we talk about Jupiter instead. False advertising!

I could listen to V’s voice all day. That is S I L K Y ~

Ray is reaching obsessive level status. This boy just attaches to anyone that’s remotely nice to him, doesn’t he? I’ll admit, I went into this route but really liking Unknown. He irritated me. I knew he was tormented & abused, but he was not a good man. Ray though, seems really sweet. So are we to believe sometime between now & the two years into the future something happens to him that just causes him to snap & no longer want to be nice?

DAY THREE

Zen is saying “lmao” a lot.

“There’s a perfect medication for that. It’s called… BEER. LMAOOOO.” Zen is just me in college. Confirmed.

Ok so this route has some of the prettiest CGs I have seen in this game. I am loving them.

IT IS 4AM CHERITZ. I DON’T NEED THESE EMOTIONS FROM SAERAN TALKING ABOUT A POTTED PLANT WITH TWO STALKS & ONE OF THEM GROWING WEAKER. GODDAMNIT. I’M GOING TO CRY. OH SHIT HE BUSTED OUT THE CRYING EMOJI. BE STRONG, LYNN.

If this boy doesn’t get some sort of emotional help & redemption in this story I am going to be so so upset.

(Call 707 after “Paradox of the Survival of the ____ Chat) Did Seven just pull a “BITCH WHERE?” joke on me when I called him sexy?!

V's dad is a vampire. Look at that guy. Jumin, don’t look him in the eyes.

TEENAGE ANDROID ZEN!

Jaehee’s "jet pilot" convo had me dying. What kinda Space balls + Monty Python convo was that?!?!

This slow mellow piano melody (I guess V's theme) is very lovely. It makes me sleepy in a good way. That gentle crescendo in the middle with the chimes gives me chills.

CHOIR BOYS JUMIN & V!!!! HOW PRECIOUS!!!

I actually like that we get to see more of V's hesitation & examples of him still struggling with the grieving process.

Yoosung is really lashing out here. I understand his frustrations but he is very blind to his own selfishness.

OMG THE START OF YOOSUNG'S LOLOL ADDICTION! 😨

New order of favorite voices: V, Jumin, Yoosung, Ray, Zen, Jaehee, Luciel. ((This is shocking to me because I tend to prefer high-pitched male voices. Why? I don’t even know. The first time I heard Yoosung’s voice I was like “THIS IS THE ONE. THIS IS IT! QUALITY! GOOD SHIT!” Then I heard Jumin talk & my panties were WRECKED. I couldn’t fight it. I didn’t want to fight it.))

Aye, not to RUSH anything but uhh… when do I get to start giving answers like “V come save me” cause homeboy is at Mint Eye. I’m at Mint Eye. We can fucking leave Mint Eye together. Just saying.

Me In-Game: “Yoosung, I think you need to seek professional help.” Yoosung: “I don’t think I need counseling. I’ll just vent my feelings into my new game!” Me Out-Of-Game: “BOY I HAVE SEEN YOUR FUTURE & WE NEED TO HAVE A TALK!”

DAY FOUR

“Say Yoosung for example … [he’s] set to mourn the death of his precious but is he really sad because of somebody’s death or is he sad because death still remains a mystery to him?” I swear I just looked off into the distance & said, “Holy fuck…” Ray is getting DEEP. He just made a damn good point honestly. My mind is blown. I need a minute. This explains so much about Yoosung, honestly.

Ray just broke all the characters down in like 5 words or less. I am seriously impressed. Chertiz. CHERTIZ, MY DUDES. Your game is fantastic. Your characters are so in depth. None of them are perfect & I love it.

“… plant a seed of happiness inside you.” You’re not planting any seeds inside of me. Nope. Thanks for playing. I don’t want your seed. I can buy seeds at Home Depot if I need them. Thanks.

I’m guessing day 4 bad ending is you basically just joining Mint Eye with Ray at this point… & getting all of his seed.

JUMIN CALLED ME WHILE HE’S LYING IN BED. I AM BLESSED & I AM ALSO LYING IN MY BED.

Ok… I was hoping this call would get sexy but now he’s just talking about mattresses. Look Juju, you’re welcome to come & help me test the firmness of my mattress & I’ll test the firmness of your-

Real talk, Jumin’s exaggerated sigh directly into my ear via headphones gave me chills. Bye. I’m ascending to another plane of existence.

…. I’m waiting for that moment V changes his profile picture. WHEN. WILL. IT. HAPPEN?

The Game of Kings CG. I’m fucking crying.

VANDERWOOOOD.

Zen looking like he did an autumn “back to school” photoshoot for Sears & I am LOVING IT. He’s so cute. Looks like a Sketchers advert.

Yoosung is too innocent for his own good. Just met someone one day prior & already accepting packages from them. STRANGER DANGER, MY DUDE.

WET ZEN SELFIE! MY PRAYERS WERE ANSWERED! BLESSED.

Yoosung, I want to be your ‘master’. Please & thank you.

Elixir of salvation. Ah, that wonderful combination of harsh chemicals & neurotoxins/hallucinogens. I wouldn’t put it past them to have added piss. Ray says he’s going to make it special for me though by adding flavor to it. This boy is probably going to add a dollop of ice cream in it & say “IT’S AN ELIXIR OF SALVATION FLOAT!” Hard pass.

V COME & SAVE ME ALREADY! But let’s keep the robe…. for reasons… (Hello, you have all been introduced to Meowle’s extensive clothing kink.)

“The secret has got out of my hands…” ::looks directly into the camera with both eyes unblinking:: Boy, I’ve been saying this since uh… 2 years… into your future….

If I’m forced to drink this shit despite choosing the answers of resisting I’m going scream. I DO NOT CONSENT.

SAVE YOURSELF V! RUN!

Ok really, I just want to pick Ray up, toss him over my shoulder, tell him to hush & trust me, & walk out of there while karate kicking everyone in the face. Come at me. (Congratulations Cheritz, you made me like a character I didn’t originally like. You sneaky skillful writers.)

Holy shit, excellent EXCELLENT voice acting by Saeran’s VA. That was absolutely phenomenal. Sujin Kang. Bravo!

DAY FIVE

THIS ROUTE HAS GOT ME EMOTIONALLY FUCKED UP & I AM ONLY ON THE START OF DAY 5?! How am I supposed to do this for 6 more days?

V panting in a phone call = my mind directly into the gutter. Whew.

Yes, because keeping MORE secrets has helped us in the past 4 days. Does nobody learn from their mistakes in this game?

((Explained the current plot of this route to my sister)) Sister: “Ok, if this took place here in Texas, you’d just bust in there with guns blazing to save those pink & mint boys.” Me: “I wouldn’t kill anyone!” Sister: “You could just like… aim for their legs so they can’t chase you out of there.”

“It doesn’t matter what happens to me” This almost feels like V’s emotions go beyond just self-sacrifice for those he cares about. This blatant disregard for his own safety feels very self-damaging. I’m wondering if they’ll tap into this idea further in the story. Does he not feel worthy of existing? Of love?

Whoa… whose voice is THIS? Whomever this lady voice is, she’s got protractors in her eyeballs too, like Juju.

“I’ve lost my violin, something I’ve played for my whole life.” GIRL, I FEEL YOU. My heart is shattering for her & I don’t even know who she is.

Ohhhh it’s V’s mom isn’t it?! Calling it now.

I'm laughing so hard. "IT IS TIME TO ACTIVATE THE INTELLIGENCE UNIT!" & it's not even established yet! Jumin please. Omg.

How adorable!! Teenage Jumin & V!!

Wow, V's philosophy on life sure did a massive 180 in 10 years. Hmm, methinks his mom is going to come in to play for that.

I swear, if anyone else pops in & tries to “cleanse me” I’d start throwing fists. Touch me, I dare you.

V is resisting every romantic approach. I feel bad for trying to flirt with him. I guess I’ll just flirt with Jumin then.

Zen giving Yoosung some major tough love. He didn't have to step up to care for Yoosung, but he did. Zen is a good man.

Yoosung's crying phone call is ripping me apart. Also this voice acting is phenomenal. So so good but so painful.

This is disgusting. Rika has some serious psychosis & V decided to suffer in it as some way to "prove his love". That's not love. This is blatant abuse. I'm appalled. V was blinded by 'love', literally & figuratively.

In the end, V was abused. He had his love for Rika twisted/manipulated & used against him. He was physically hurt by his lover. This makes me angry not just because it happened but because he gave consent. I’m just… so fucking baffled. You do not encourage someone who is mentally unstable (or even stable) to inflict pain on yourself or others as a means for them to try to maintain a grasp on their sanity or ‘happiness’ or because they want proof you ‘love them.’ V encouraged this, he allowed it, he consented & it fucking spiraled out of control. He took on so much pain. He thought by doing this he was somehow helping Rika, but it didn’t! It just made everything worse & Rika went on to hurt more people after this. Yes, I see that V is trying to redeem himself somehow, trying to keep everyone else out of the situation so they don’t suffer like he did & so they don’t get hurt but I can’t ignore the fact that V made mistakes in their relationship as well. Rika’s growing mental instability should have been handled with a lot more care (therapy ((if one doesn’t work try another)), hospitalization, medication). He knew from the beginning she was like this, no? He enabled these tendencies she had & it wasn’t good for either of them. I want to know his end goal. Was he just being selfish? Did he think only he could be a cure for her? What was he getting out of this since it didn’t read as if he was really being loved back. Did he do any of this out of malicious intent? No, I don’t think so - it reads as if he was doing what he thought was right but V made mistakes & I feel sorry for them both. V is a very tragic character indeed. He thought his love was some sort of cure-all for his lover but it wasn’t. This is actually very sad. In a way, I guess he did stop her from hurting others (for a time) or hurting herself, but that still doesn’t make this right.

I was heavily suspicious of V in the original routes (even though his voice was so goddamn sexy), particularly in Yoosung & Seven’s routes. I still think V is not entirely free from blame. I don’t think he’s by any means evil or manipulative, just misguided in what he thought was love but really was just self-sacrifice & pretty damn obsessive if you ask me. It also rings heavily of codependency. You don’t give up every part of yourself so your partner can find ‘happiness’, that’s not a healthy love. Love yourself a little more than that, Jihyun, please.

I don't like Rika. Yes, she did good things while ‘alive’ & at one point she might have been healthy & mentally stable but it spiraled out of her & anyone else's control into a very very dark place where she became toxic, manipulative, & delusional. She's done horrible acts that I refuse to look past regardless of her previous ‘good deeds’. Bad people can do good things for all the wrong reasons. She needs medical help, I can see that, but that doesn't mean I have to like her. Her words & actions against V are very selfish as well, demanding he prove his love by letting her physically hurt him? She targeted his need to please & exploited the hell out of that - backed him into a corner & kept badgering him about him proving his love (even though he seemed all too willing to do just that). This is wrong in every way. Mental illness isn’t a ‘free pass.’

This conversation between MC, Yoosung, & Jaehee felt very productive! Yoosung seemed to actually listen & take in another POV.

DAY SIX

Ok, I officially feel like I have no fucking idea what the actual shit Rika or V are talking about in any of their damn video novel conversations. Too many damn metaphors & nonsense. Yes yes, sunshine, flowers & dark skies. Let’s move along. I’d rather hear Yoosung crying.

Update: V officially changed his profile background picture again but still not his avatar picture.

I hope Elizabeth 3rd isn’t suffering at all through this dramatic period. Is she ok? Is she eating well? How are her jumps coming along? Has she been grooming properly? When was her last bowel movement? I hope my precious baby angel is doing well.

V’s mom is kicking me right in the emotions. Every word she’s saying is just devastating. To lose everything & be outcast, having your child ripped away, not being able to find solace in something you’d taken comfort in for decades… I can’t even begin to imagine.

What a sad sad parallel. V’s mom lost her hearing & therefore her art of music. V is losing his sight & therefore his art of photography. Wow.

Secrets secrets are no fun… BECAUSE IT’S FUCKING RUINING EVERYONE’S LIVES.

I don't want Ray to be abandoned again!

You make one comment about recognizing a 90s computer & Seven suddenly calls you "ma'am." Boy, I oughta...

Jaehee says that V drives a British make car that is silver in appearance. I am hoping it's a silver Aston Martin Vanquish (aka Meowle's absolute dream car - only I want it in black in black on black).

I am laughing so hard at the idea of Jaehee just turning toward Seven & asking, "Do you work out?” ((Another Story - Brought to you by Seven’s Hot Hot Body. He Works Out!))

Yeah girl, I hate to break it to you, but that mask is doing nothing to conceal your identity so…

Hahaaaaa Seven imitating Jaehee in this phone call is pretty damn hilarious.

Someone please tell me there some options to throw a punch or two cause I fucking will. I need a Mortal Kombat option.

Jumin's analogy about V, Yoosung, & the apple tree was really really good! That pep talk was amazing. Jumin hit a home run with that motivation speech.

What kinda photos did Seven find? Naughty photos? Photos of Rika hurting V? Are we going to get to see these later?

Ok ok this might be a stretch but it's almost like V's mom's love & desperation for her child, that concern to only want to shield from pain & no longer finding purpose in anything else in life, is heavily paralleled in V's need to protect his "art" (Rika). Is this why he was so determined to try to be the outlet for her pain? He really thought this was his way of protecting her? A set of photos in his series was called Obsession, right? Was this all about an obsession with Rika? Makes sense to me at least. V is in deep, I'm questioning his mental stabilities as well in these flashbacks, honestly.

This CG with Rika & MC makes me uncomfortable. Hands off, please & thank you.

God bless Jumin keeping me updated on Elizabeth 3rd because right now she's the only bright spot in this horrifically emotional route.

"Once they get used to love... I show them fear again. Just enough to get them scared. And when I save them again, they become happy." What kinda toxic manipulative evil callus twisted deceitful bullshit. Girl, if I get my hands on you I’ll show you something to be afraid of.

Shit is going down & Ray is texting me about sunflowers. "If you leave then I'll be the sunflower. I'm going to stand watching the direction you've gone to." 😢😢😢 Please, don’t hurt him anymore.

I am at the end of day 6 & honestly I don't know if I am about to bad end. Did I fuck up somewhere? Oh geez...

JUMIIIIN stepping in & delegating like a champ. I love you.

Rika just sort of confirmed my little theory about V & ‘noble self sacrifice’, thinking he was some sort of cure-all for her demons but didn't see that he was doing more harm than good. I don't want to agree with her here but I almost kinda have to. I mean, she did ask him to basically keep giving her unconditional love, so she’s also a hypocrite in saying it was entirely V’s fault. He wasn’t the cause of her “devil” but I think he certainly had an inadvertent hand in helping it flourish.

Cheritz, please let me fight someone in this game. PLEASE! I want a full on Mortal Kombat side mode. I will go full on Liu Kang up in here, complete with all the noises he made in Sega Genesis - HUUWAH!

Hell. No. I will not do anything for you ((at least not until I loop back around to intentionally bad end)). You can fuck right the fuck off. I ain't telling the RFA shit for you.

DAY SEVEN

Oh ho ho, defensive & in-denial Yoosung is out to play.

“We’re teenagers. This is the period where we express rebellion.” Cue Jumin tilting his tie clip 30* upward so it’s not perfectly perpendicular to his tie. REBELLION! Drink tap water instead of chilled glass-bottle mineral water. REBELLION! Pay with cash instead of card. REBELLLLLIIIOOOONNNN!

Real talk - Jumin, that was some outstanding advice. He’s telling this to his friend & they’re just children at this stage? That is some serious insight. I will never get over how Jumin, who is so emotionally closed off, is such a damn good friend to V. His delivery was impeccable as well, it wasn’t condescending or judgmental; it was sincere. It was very matter of fact but did have a hint of genuine concern for his friend. Their friendship makes me very happy & I am glad they have one another. This isn’t just a “little” chat. This conversation goes on to very likely change V’s entire life… & Jumin had a massive hand in that. I’m so amazed, y’all.

Ohhhh, I offered Jumin a hug & got shot down. I’m hurt. I’ll never recover. I need to redo his route so I can feel his love again.

“Super-ego” Oooook…. BOTH of y’all need to reevaluate some shit.

Rika had a bullied fucked up childhood & she needs some serious professional help. I feel like a broken record. She’s gone by the wayside, hell she’s lost the map entirely.

All these metaphors & analogies they keep using for their pain & torment, is exhausting. Hide it in prose all you want, what we have here is toxic.

This sort of solidifies my theory that Saeran has a split personality, this isn’t just anger. There’s just no way this is “the same” person. He’s been hurt by so many people. Now it’s sad to watch him hurt others. If they ever make a route of him, I will be very interested in seeing what the event was that causes him to finally shift personalities between Ray & Unknown (at least I’m assuming it’s Ray vs. Unknown & not Ray vs. Saeran).

“I will hack everything” Lmfaoooo. This made me snort laugh so hard my chest hurt. EVERYTHING! HIDE THE TOASTER. HIDE YOUR WATCH.

I can’t fault Yoosung so not believing what any of the RFA members tell him. He has no proof. He’s been lied to, just found out he’d been lied to, & now told to believe something else? Yeah, I wouldn’t believe anyone either. If you try to tell me that the person I loved & looked up to the most went evil, was hurting people, & started a cult I would tell you to fuck right off & laugh in your face. We also forget Yoosung is a scientist (though he’s not acting like one at the moment), he needs to see actual proof otherwise he’s not going to believe it. HOWEVER, he’s so loyal to Rika that if he were to show up at Mint Eye he’d very likely join them just to be with Rika again. I hope the RFA fights tooth & nail to keep him from going to Mint Eye.

Ok ok, in this VN, V expresses that he feels grateful to have been told by Jumin to not live his father’s life & to live for himself & make his own opinion about his mom. So… when is someone going to step in & tell V to not live his life for Rika, because ever since he claimed to be “her sun” that’s what he’s been doing… living for someone else again. V needs to live for himself, find what really makes him happy. A lot of this route so far hints that V is struggling with self-love & being ‘selfish’ enough to find what makes him genuinely happy. Also, Jihyun seems very sensitive to the opinion of others. That’s an interesting character trait - nothing wrong with it. I quite like that he’s played up as sensitive but tries to take on burdens himself to spare others - makes him a very tragic & compelling character.

ZEN MOANING IN A PHONE CALL LORD JESUS I NEED TO DRINK SOME HOLY WATER. THANK YOU, CHERITZ.

Is it just me or does anyone else think that Seven coming to Mint Eye on his own is actually a bad idea? You don’t mean to tell me this boy is not going be distracted by seeing his brother like this? Hmm saving brother vs. saving random new girl. … no contest.

“If you can’t relax yourself, I’ll make you relax.” Please please make me relax Zen. Please, omg.

THERE’S A “ZEN, MIND IF I REPLACE YOOSUNG?” OPTION. BLESS YOU CHERITZ YOU ARE TOO GOOD TO ME.

Angry mother-hen Zen is ridiculously amazing.

Oh please oh pleeeeease let there be a phone call to Yoosung where he’s moaning because of his massage.

WHAT IS WITH JIHYUN’S FAMILY "SACRIFICING THEIR EVERYTHING" STOP. NO. STOP THIS TRAIN OF MADNESS.

BLESS THE PHONE CALL WITH YOOSUNG GASPING & LAUGHING AS ZEN TICKLES HIM. Yoosung is ticklish along his sides. It's canon.

“I didn’t love Rika.” WHOMP THERE IT IS!

JIHYUN JUST ADMITTED HE WAS OBSESSED WITH RIKA. THAT IS A BIG STEP, PASTEL BOY! I actually put my phone down, yelled “I WAS RIGHT!” to absolutely nobody because I was alone, walked out of the room then marched right back in to keep playing the chat…

::shuffles notecards:: ::clears threat:: ::lips on the mic:: The sun is a burning ball of gas in space. It is not capable of emotions such as 'unconditional love'. It will instantly kill you on contact. Quit placing so many expectations on the sun in your fucking metaphors. Good day.

That Rika screaming CG makes me uncomfortable. I would now like to be excluded from this narrative.

I just laughed so fucking hard. Rika is having a fucking breakdown & Seven's voice just pops in ‘PSSST, ARE YOU LYNN?!’ I can't.

DAY EIGHT

Ohhh. Ohhhhhhhh. These answer choices are getting trickier. Just completely bash Rika or kinda calmly defend V? Hmm, decisions decisions.

So Seven didn’t see Saeran at all… & still somehow doesn’t know it’s actually Saeran that’s the hacker. Interestiiiiing.

Called Zen after 00:44 chat Day 8. Told him he was doing a good job by watching Yoosung because it was a hard task. “Did you just… diss Yoosung… in a subtle way?” I died when he laughed!

These answer choices all feel too similar to one another. I’m gonna fuck this up. I’m going to bad end on day 10… just watch. ((I have like 5 save files going though so…))

Yep, I expected this from Yoosung. He’s honestly not as bad as I thought he’d be. He even voices that he understands he’s being unreasonable & whiney - he just can’t help the way he’s feeling. This is a very visceral & real reaction. I think I don’t find it annoying because I was fully expecting this. I braced myself for it & I am enjoying seeing it play out. He was the most loyal to Zika, he’s going to take a lot to make him believe. Oh, what if there’s a bad end where he & MC both end up as part of Mint Eye?!

::battered & bruised:: ::speaks into walkie-talkie:: Day 8 on mission of V route. So far no casualties. On the path to Good End still. But V still hasn’t changed his fucking profile picture. Over.

[[Here is where I caved & actually started to spend the thousands of hourglasses I have on buying days in bulk instead of just calls for V & Ray.]]

180 HG for a days worth of chats?! Gooooood Lord. ::clicks accept::

Ray’s clapping happy emoji is the cutest shit I’ve ever seen.

I CAN’T LIE TO HIM & SAY I DON’T LIKE ICE CREAM. I FUCKING LOVE ICE CREAM. I HAVE MORE ICE CREAM IN MY FREEZER THAN ANY OTHER FOODS…

Whoa cool! Ray & Rika (my phone keeps correcting her name to be ‘Zika virus’) have profiles in the hacked messenger!

I told V “art” is part of my job because medicine is an art, right? Isn’t that a saying? “The art of medicine.”

Call V after 7:13 chat. This is a good call from him - not romantic I mean - but definitely good for more insight on how he now views his role in Rika’s progression.

Whoa whoa new chat room theme song when Rika joined in.

VANDERWOOOOOOOOOD!!! Bless. Their haggling is pretty adorable.

Update: V finally changed his profile picture & is emo as fuck.

About time these idiots realize the sun is fucking dangerous. Stop using it for your nonsense. This is driving me more insane than any other aspect of the game. Mention the sun again & I’m going to go stare directly into it until my corneas melt.

Was that finally a confession of feelings for you but kinda backhanded about it? With how torn up Jihyun is about this entire Rika situation, I’m very surprised that this route would even be considered a love endeavor between he & MC. I don’t think he’s anywhere near emotionally ready to pursue a new relationship with someone so soon after this chaos. I don’t know how I’ll feel if either of the ‘good’ endings is them together right away - it’ll just feel so wrong for the progression of his character. I think Jihyun needs to learn to love & accept himself before he can open up again to trying to love someone - at least loving something the right way.

Hahaaaa like hell am I going to say THE SUN is my muse. I’m going to stop going out in daylight at this point. My bones are going to get brittle. Thanks, Cheritz.

Omg V’s mom is such a boss lady. Be strong, Lynn. Don’t cry.

Aw shit, that fucked me up emotionally.

Is this why V doesn’t like people looking at his body? Does he have scars from this fire? I hope we get more on this. Or was that body comment just another glimpse into how unsure V is about himself? Another tidbit of not loving himself? Hmm.

I am honestly at a loss, I don’t know if I’m answering correctly to get to the party.

Noooo! V, why did you lie again?! He asked you point blank. You were progressing so well. THIS CAN ONLY END IN TEARS. TELL SEVEN THE TRUTH! Seven is going to be beyond hurt when he finds out that you just kept lying! He needs to know about Saeran! He needs to save him!

The music in this 22:00 chat is absolutely fantastic. Who is the music developer for this game. Give them a raise & a three week vacation to Hawaii. This soundtrack is so great.

OMGGGG did I fuck up? If V goes back to Rika, I swear. I’m so done. Ohh, that’s going to be a bad end, isn’t it? He’s going to give in again & go back to her!

This relationship is so twisted. We’re talking in fucking circles. This is the most unproductive conversation I’ve ever been a part of & I’ve spoken with anti-vaxxers in person.

I’m absolutely crushed. This was it. This was the moment? That full break between Ray & Unknown… I have no words. This is so so sad. The VA even does a different voice each of them.

I’m crying. Full on tears. Ray…

If this was the moment of the full separation between Ray & Unknown in this timeline, I am still curious what was the trigger to cause the full break between personalities in the original timelines. I really hope we get a Saeran route now. I wasn’t hoping for one before, but Cheritz has me hooked now. I need redemption for Saeran.

DAY NINE

So, I’m guessing I’m on the right track? Because I just realized a lot of the answers in this portion have a lot of self-centered MC options? So I’m trying to avoid the “me me me, V is better off with me” choices & focusing more on the “V is changing & growing for himself” options. I’m sticking with that since I’m fully on board with my theory that V needs to learn to love & live for himself.

DON’T BRING THE MOON INTO THIS. LEAVE HER ALONE. SHE DOESN’T DESERVE THIS.

Juuuumiiiin. I’ve missed you!

How many times do you think Rika had to set up her phone to auto take that photo of her standing in front of the Moon before she got it right?

VANDERWOOD!

VANDERWOOD SELFIE!

GIVE VANDERWOOD AN RFA PROFILE

VAN.DER.WOOOOOOD.

Vanderwood is laying down some fucking truth in this VN with V. Vanderwood - the voice of the people.

At this point, I'm just over arguing & talking in circles.

My heart was in my throat thinking Ray was going to drop the news that Seven was his brother in that chat room they were in together. I was waiting for it; I don’t even think I was breathing.

Oh RFA members + Mint Eye in the same chat rooms?! LET’S DO THIS.

Petition to rename the RFA to something else, anything else.

WHO DID THIS WOMAN JUST STAB. OMG. OMGGGGG. WTF WAS THAT PHONE CALL?!

Nobody has ever given V a hug before? How cold. I’ll hug you. I’ll hug the crap out of you.

I’m going to go hug my mom…

Update: Hugged my dad along the way to finding my mom to hug her. Hugged my cat too. My sister opened her arms for a hug when she saw I was making rounds, but I just high-fived both hands & walked past. I’m such an asshole.

Rika is flip flopping all over the damn place. Did you want his love or not? Is he your sun or not? Are you angry or not? Do you want him dead or not? I’m over it. Go away.

Ok why the fuck was the phone call from Rika about her stabbing someone BEFORE the actual VN where she stabbed someone?! I was so confused. That has to be some glitch.

$10 says now Rika is going to be torn between wanting V to die or not. She’s just going to keep flip-flopping. In the end, she’s just as obsessed.

Wow. Wow. The phone call where Seven is freaking out. Like genuine emotion scared shitless. Excellent acting.

DAY TEN

Rika was off looking for love her entire life when Yoosung was literally there right beside her loving her unconditionally when he finally met her.

Lmao "Don't go to the apartment, Yoosung. There's a bomb there." Yeah that's right, bitches. I can see in the future.

Damn Jaehee. Savage. I liiiiike it.

"I didn't stab him that deep." Confession! WHOOP, THERE IT IIIIIS.

Son of a bitch. Ray is going to sacrifice himself isn't he?! While Rika's off playing house in her apartment again. I'm so pissed. Please please please let Seven save him.

I've been waiting for this Rika/Yoosung messenger chat! Now I fully expect Yoosung to resist harder & plead/beg. If I'm wrong, I'll eat my hat.

Damn they just give MC a straight up "hang up" option on Rika. Take no shit, MC.

Everyone is hella vaguing in their profiles lolololol. You know you’re desperate when you’re vaguing in a closed off messenger accessible to only 7 people. We all know who you’re talking about. You’re not slick.

Oh shit. V's mom making a comeback to slap me right in my feelings.

Ray's call after the 18:00 chat...

I have never been more attracted to Jumin in my fucking LIFE.

Ray’s best call is the one you make to him after 19:49. He cares so so much. He has so much to give despite being hurt & used & broken over & over again. This was a great phone call. Devastatingly sad, but excellent for his character.

Where in the fresh hell did Vanderwood just pop off to? Last I saw him Seven asked him to look after MC. Then never again…

You bet your ass I chose the answer to tie Yoosung up. Like my thirsty domme ass was going to let that opportunity sliiiiiide on by. I’m not even surprised that Yoosung giggled at the idea. Bless his subby heart. Boy wants it bad. I am willing to give & give & give...

Whooooa 21:53 chat: “Ray has entered the chatroom” but ended with “Unknown has left the chatroom” I know this happened before but this is right before the final fight, right? Is Seven going to show up & find Unknown instead of Ray? Are they even going to do the brother reveal? Ray’s going to die, isn’t he? I can’t help but think that if V had told him, Seven would have tried harder, would have gone there personally. But then maybe Seven would get hurt too? Is Seven going to die?!

Yes, Jihyun! Find & love yourself! Live for yourself! This is an excellent idea! I approve of this. You need this. Forget about Rika! I wish you luck!

Sonofabitchfuckfuckfuck. Ray deserved better. RAY DESERVED BETTER. That poor boy. He was so used, so confused, & so so tormented. I’m so angry. This wasn’t fair. I’m going to pout & be pissy about this for a long time. I’m hoping he really isn’t dead. Please please. I’m going to be in denial about this, I know it. I mean, they did show him in the control room in Mint Eye. He gave his final words & then there was the explosion. Is it too silly to hope that he somehow got out? Maybe...

Wowowow. That final chat with Rika, begging like that. That was brutal. Even in the middle there she switched between pleading & saying she’d get revenge. I really do pity her & I hope she gets help in this route but at this point I don’t even know. I’m on this emotional see-saw where I really dislike her but on the other side pity her. I’ll admit, I’m spending a lot more time on the side of not liking her.

DAY ELEVEN

She’s not dead. There’s no way. I won’t believe it until I see a body (same with Saeran). YOU CAN’T TRICK ME. I’M A VETERAN OF THESE PLOYS!

Jumin. Fucking. Han. This man is so good. He’s so strong even though he’s struggling himself. That “lean on me” line nearly had me tearing up. Jumin Han is a GOOD MAN.

Also, Jumin said it isn’t confirmed if the hacker was in the building or not. I mean, being in a direct explosion could very well decimate a body, but what if he got out? Ray did sound pretty desolate about not having anywhere else to go & did seem pretty resigned to this suicide mission though. This isn’t fair.

PARTY ATTEMPT #1 (Invited 24 guests) - Good Ending?

WHAT?! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON? Is this like a “bad end” party? Why is she here? I fucked up, didn’t I? (I feel like the Minister of Magic in Harry Potter shouting “He’s back!”) ((If she gets to live & Ray actually died... I can’t. I’m still so angry.))

Yoosung, noooo!

OMG YOOSUNG, YES!

V’s mom has managed to make me tear up nearly every time she pops up on the screen. She had such impact on this route despite not be present in the here & now of it. She’s an angel. A fucking angel. Every CG of her’s has blessed me. This background story on her was so amazing. Her struggle & sacrifice for her son & finding purpose in herself after losing so much was... so beautiful. I’m going to cry again.

BABY JIHYUN WITH HIS MOM CG. I’m crying for real. This is beautiful. The emotions for this were so so good.

What is with this game & Alaska?! Everyone is going there. Maybe Ray went to Alaska!

That’s rich, Zen. Calling Jumin an alcoholic. Pot meet kettle.

Shit goddamn Jumin, was it necessary to be THAT savage about Zen’s selfies?

Jihyun turned into a beautiful happy hippie.

Hippie Jihyun is hot as hell. That smile. Wow.

Holy shit. “I want to love you. I will love you. I love you, just as I love myself.” That’s a damn good line! Damn good.

Honestly, I am beyond glad, thrilled, immensely happy that there was a two year gap between Jihyun & MC actually getting together. If he had just jumped right into a relationship with MC after all of this, I would have questioned the foundation of the relationship. He was not emotionally ready for that so I’m glad the story allowed the time break so he could grow, heal, discover on his own.

I like that Jihyun wanted to be called his birth name again, not the ‘persona’ V that he’d created for his art, like a cloak or shield. He found & accepted himself & wanted to be that person. That’s beautiful. Self-love is very hard to achieve. I know a lot of people struggle with it, so it’s nice to see that represented in a character.

I want answers for what happened with Rika. We are just to assume she was sent off somewhere to get help with no updates?

I do not like that Seven was never told about Ray. I know it would cause more hurt for him, but he deserved to know. That just felt dirty. I feel dirty.

I am genuinely impressed that Yoosung was the one to stand up at the end to apprehend Rika. He was a little tornado this entire route & I was glad to see him finally understand at the end that this Rika was not the same one he cared so deeply for. Being the one to grab her & hand her in, had to have hurt him - but he stepped up & did it. That was good progression for him. Took him a long damn while to get to that acceptance, but that action of his took a lot.

I’m glad Jihyun’s route focused more on his development to turn away from obsession & look toward himself. It’s a similar kind of character growth in the other routes (learning to accept yourself & grow beyond something holding you back). These stories were never just about falling in love with someone, they grew to be better versions of themselves in the end. Jihyun’s development was definitely more artistic (cushioned in prose & woven in metaphors & abstracts) than others, but it was interesting just the same.

I like that they made such a big deal about Jihyun getting his eyes repaired. He refused to get them healed other times, but showing he was willing now & grateful to Jumin for setting it up was a nice touch to see how developed he’s become & showing he’s willing to let go of Rika (despite him talking about her every other sentence still…). Baby steps. He’s letting go of the hurt, recognizing he’s worthy of love & happiness too.

Maybe it’s just me, but was anyone else sort of wanting to see a CG of one of Jihyun’s paintings? I would have liked to have seen what they considered his painting style. He looks much more relaxed & carefree in his good ending CG, I wondered if his paintings would have reflected that.

PARTY ATTEMPT #2 (Invited 5 guests) - Normal Ending?

I really like this idea of Jihyun just venturing out on his own to find what he likes, what makes him happy. The self-discovery journey. But boy, you were just stabbed. I don’t think you can be discharged within a day after a celiotomy.

Jihyun talking about his dream house is ridiculously cute. This man essentially wants a little messy cottage in the city. How adorable. He went from being a materialistic & pragmatic teenager to being content with a sort of abstract pleasures in his adulthood.

Oh, so in this ending Jihyun asks MC right off the bat to be with him. Seems a little rushed, no? I don’t think he’s ready. He’s feeling a lot right now. Who is to say his obsession won’t transfer over to MC? He claims to have learned his lesson & to recognize the difference between obsession & love but I still think it’s very soon. I really wouldn’t want this to turn into Jihyun becoming dependent on MC after this emotional trauma & that being the basis for their relationship.

MC’S ONLY RESPONSE IS “ALRIGHT” Omg. So bland.

Are we to assume that Rika is actually dead in this ending? Because she never showed back up? Hmm.

So there’s a 2 year jump in this ending too, only we’re to assume that MC & Jihyun have been together as a couple during that time?

Ohhhhhh you can call Jihyun “darling”! <3

Wait, didn’t Jihyun say he wanted a little house in the city with curtains to block out the sun? This looks like a high rise apartment with massive fucking windows & sheer curtains that let in a lot of sun... but ok.

WHOA WHOA, Jihyun became a musician in this ending?! I want to know what he plays! Does he play piano like his theme song?! Does he play violin like his mom?!?! I will cry.

Jihyun’s pouty voice is ADORABLE! Holy crap where has this been all my life?!

Oh, interesting! He’s still very sensitive to the opinions of others (I mean, I certainly didn’t expect that to go away, you’re always going to fear criticisms). At least, he seems a little more open to hearing them, even if he’s hesitant to play for MC again since he wants her to like what he plays. He’s still a little shy, private, & sensitive. Cute.

These rich boys & their pancakes…

Jumin obsessed with pancake recipes confirmed. I love him so much.

His answer about their relationship was very sweet & shows how he’s come to understand a give & take balance, as well as loving himself & genuinely loving together. That was cute.

Still pissed that Seven never found out about Ray.

I want to know what instrument Jihyun plays!

OTHER

I went from being very skeptical of Jihyun’s character (he just felt downright shady) in other routes to liking him (now that we see the depths of his self-damaging & self-sacrificing behavior & the full reason behind all the secrets). He’s certainly not perfect. He’s made many mistakes. He was misguided in a lot of aspects. He’s still learning & now trying to do better. He’s talented, pretty, sensitive, kind, & generous. He was a victim as well & even had a hand in his own progressing downfall before he realized his mistakes & reevaluated himself & the situation. I definitely like him a lot more now that I know the reasoning behind his actions & seeing the changes in him for the better - especially seeing him accept & appreciate himself more.

Yeah yeah, I’m going to be that person - I’m sad we didn’t get a kiss CG! I wanted one, not going to lie. Maybe we’ll get one for his After Ending if he gets an after ending?! Who knows. I wanna smooch him, that’s for sure.

I expected to like the normal ending more since I liked all the other normal endings for the other characters more than their good endings, however I find myself liking Jihyun’s good ending over his normal ending. I just can’t get past the fact that I think he needed that self-evaluation time away from MC. That two years apart (though probably a lot longer than I would have expected the game to do) felt necessary. In his good ending, Jihyun sounded much more certain that MC was who he wanted to be with & to love instead of asking MC straight away to just stick by him in his normal ending. In his normal ending, MC questioned him, & he sort of recited a dialogue about their love. Maybe I’m reading too much into this, but it sounded like he was trying to reassure himself? Or maybe MC was just trying to gently remind him that yes, what we have is real, & healthy, & good for both of us & just needed him to say it aloud? Regardless, good ending sat better with me overall.

I still want to know what the other photos were in that series of photographs he took. I mean Seven, sounded pretty damn shocked by them. We didn’t even get a line about if it was actual imagines of inflicted harm or salacious material (I’m not trying to be a pervert for once, I’m genuinely curious).

Ray deserved better. I don’t think I can put it into any other words than that. I was very upset with his end in all of this. He didn’t deserve that. Only Rika & V knew his identity. Rika is either dead or being treated somewhere (depending on whichever ending you cater to) & in neither of the endings did Jihyun make known that the hacker was Saeran. I��m legitimately angry about this. How can Saeran even rest in peace that way? Is only the audience (& MC) to mourn for him? Everyone (RFA) is mourning for Rika in a sense but Ray deserves SOMEONE who knows who he was. Sure, Rika has that moment where she screamed & felt remorse, but she still didn’t speak up. Would anyone have believed her if she had? Maybe not. But he deserved someone trying on his behalf. Maybe I’m sitting too long on this, but it felt dirty. I know I said that earlier somewhere, but I still think it. This was wrong. He died in an explosion, alone, with only two people knowing who he really was & they didn’t fucking say anything. Seven is never going to really know what happened to his brother, so what happens if he goes looking for him in the future? Fuck, I’m crying again. I’m so sorry, Ray. You didn’t deserve this, you just trusted the wrong people.

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bulletproofcarats · 7 years

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Puffect

Jhopexreader,

fluff (like cotton candy fluffy)

You might happen to like a certain Hufflepuff prefect.

You were sure that you would land with your butt in the floor by the end of the hour.

Well, considering the only other option Jeonghan who happened to be a Slytherin who was notorious for being a duelling champion within his own house and never playing by the rules, especially when his opponents usually landed smack on the floor or suspended in the air, Jung Hoseok seemed like a ray of sunshine in comparison.

It wasn’t that much of a difference though, he was your house’s duelling champion and one of the most agile duellers around, he could easily whip your ass as well.

You just had to be late for today’s duelling session, and get left with the option of the top notch dueller. Your friend Jennie had given you a sympathetic look the moment you had stepped into the room. Now you knew why.

You had joined the duelling club at the start of this year our of pure interest and curiosity even though it had been open to you since last year but you were juggling O.W.Ls then. Yet with eleven outstandings and convincing from your professor, you had taken up duelling even though you were up against N.E.W.Ts this year.

Naturally, you had quite some catching up to do having joined a year late.

You were a decent dueller, really, but compared to Jung Hoseok, you might as well have been a beginner. Apparently, his parents were Aurors, all the more reason for him to have duelling as a forte.

“Alright class, turn to your partners and you have the rest of the lesson to each other. Stay in your designated areas. No unforgivables or spells that cause fatal injuries.” The duelling professor told all of you.

You cringed slightly. Was having your pride destroyed with your ass in the flor a fatal injury? Turning to face your partner, you tried for a grin that must have looked like a grimace as the Hufflepuff beamed at you. It was almost blinding really, how was he so bubbly all the time. But that was one of the reasons that made you like him too. He was really fun to be with for prefect duty.

You still remember how he had sneaked butterbeer and cotton candy from the kitchens for the both of you after your first rounds together.

“Hi Y/N!”

“Hi Hoseok.”

“Were you late because of prefect duty?” You blinked at him. True, the both of you were prefects who did duties together quite often and also had been tablemates in a few classes in the last few years, but you didn’t expect him to actually make idle talk with you before duelling.

“Uhm yeah. I swapped last minute with a fifth year prefect.” You cleared your throat. “Go easy on me, will you?”

Hoseok laughed, and a bright smile lit his face up. He was always such an affable person. Hyper and always moving about, especially when music was involved. That part of him was endearing. “No promises. But have more confidence will you? You might beat me.”

“Uh huh, maybe when Namjoon stops topping the year.”

Hoseok chuckled. “You can’t blame him, he’s a Ravenclaw and a genius at that. But seriously, believe in yourself more alright?”

You pressed your lips together as the two of you bowed to each other.

You cast a disarming charm as your first move, and he dodged it easily with a fluid turn of his body, his robes swishing. You didn’t even have time to blink before a blue spell was flying at you and you barely dodged it, almost tripping and casting a hasty shield as another jet of green light came your way.

If you didn’t land on your face by the end of this, you were going to thank your personal collection of chocolate frog cards which was full of legendary witches and wizards.

You managed to stay on your feet for most of the part though as beads of sweat trickled down your forehead and you narrowed your eyes, Hoseok looked like he was just caught in a light breeze, with only his hair slightly messed up.

You cast a patronus out of the blue summoning your happiest memory and watched in satisfaction as it went straight towards and around Hoseok, distracting him as he gazed at it in awe. Raising your wand, you aimed for him as you tried to cast a stunner.

He dodged it at the last minute and you were suddenly hit with a leg locking spell. Struggling to maintain your balance as you tried to get over the shock that came along with it, you would have tripped if someone hadn’t grabbed your arms and pulled you away from a stray hex that came from another student.

“Hey, be careful.”

You turned to look up at Hoseok’s face and he was staring down at you. “You okay?” He asked.

“Um, I will be, once you remove the leg locking spell.” You murmured, trying not to blush at the close contact you two were in. Hoseok steadied you with one hand before he used his wand and murmured the counter charm, setting your legs free.

“Well, you know, Y/N, I have never seen someone using a patronus as a form of distraction before. Creative as ever.”

“I still lost to you.” Hoseok shook his head as he shrugged.

“I didn’t disarm you. Let’s duel together again sometime.”

“Lacewing flies. Wormwood. Monkshood.” You murmured to yourself as your quill made scratching sounds on the parchment. It was late, and the Hufflepuff common room was dim and quiet except for the crackling of the fire and glowing embers and flames. You had spent almost the whole evening down here, and were too lazy to move up to your dorm.

You were tired from the day, a packed timetable with only a single free period which you had spent at the library searching for resources on the potions essay which you had been given for homework, two rounds of duties and overseeing another detention of two third years because the professor in charge had had to rush off somewhere. And now, you were barely awake with only half the essay completed.

You might soon have to resort to, what was the muggle saying again, taping your eyes open.

The next time you tried to dip your quill in ink, you accidentally stumbled and pushed the pot over and it landed on the carpet, the ink splattering out and stringing it in the process.

“Oh!” You exclaimed in shock. Scrambling for your wand, you stopped when you heard another voice.

“Let me get that.” You looked up to see Jung Hoseok waving his wand at the stain. “Scourgify.” The stain disappeared and he bent down to pick up the ink pot, placing it on the table in front of you.

“Uh, thanks Hoseok.” He smiled. “No problem. Were you doing the potions essay? I heard you muttering about the ingredients.”

“Yeah.” You rubbed your eyes. “This is killing my sleep time. What are you doing out here so late?”

“Took a long bath in the prefects bathroom after patrolling.” It was then you noticed how his hair was slightly damp. Hoseok glanced at your parchment. “You’ve made it quite far. Though I don’t see why you are staying up to do an essay that is due in four days.”

You gaped at him. “Didn’t the professor say it was due tomorrow?”

Hoseok laughed as he shook his head. “No Y/N, its due in four days.”

You held your head in your hands. “I did this all for nothing. I could have been asleep two hours ago.”

“Well, hurry then.” He waved his wand again and the your things landed in a neat stack in your lap. He reached out to ruffle your hair, and you felt yourself blushing at the warm contact. “Go to bed Y/N.”

Hoseok watched as you rushed to the girls’ dormitory, smiling fondly. You had a cute blush.

The prefect’s bathroom was one of the perks of being a perfect and you smiled to yourself as you entered the bathtub.

You had it all to yourself.

It was a treat really, considering how you hardly ever came here and on the rare occasion you did, it was empty.

So naturally instead of using the stalls, you had to use the tub.

Who could resist golden taps, different coloured bath water and pretty bubbles?

Sinking down into the tub, you enjoyed the feeling of the water around you, reaching your hand out and using your fingers to gently pop the bubbles that floated around nearby, while you let your hair float around you in the soapy and colourful water.

Being a prefect was good.

“Y/N? Eek!”

Except in your haste to enjoy life as a prefect, you had forgotten to indicate outside the door that a female prefect was currently using the bathroom.

Gasping, you sunk yourself lower into the water up to your neck as you stared up open-mouthed at Hoseok, who was standing near the door with his Hufflepuff tie undone and his shirt unbuttoned at the top, toned chest peeking out

The water was soapy enough to cover you properly right?

“Hoseok.”

“I’m so sorry.” He began. “I just thought it was empty and the normal ones are quite full so I-”

“No I’m sorry. I forgot to indicate at the door.” You muttered reaching up to wipe away the water that was dripping down your face.

“Uh…I’ll just use the stalls.” He told you before rushing to the nearest one and locking himself in.

Well that was embarrassing. You covered your flushed face, bubbling the water as you let out a sigh.

“And the goblin rebellion lasted for…” Your eyelids drooped slightly as Professor Binns drones on and on in History of Magic, but you shook your head and blinked as you continued to take down notes. Beside you, Jennie slept away with her head on her textbook and you pressed your lips together at the side.

Why did you even bother taking notes for the two of you again?

“Psst.” You felt something hit your head and you turned, to see Hoseok waving to you.

You raised an eyebrow, though you heartbeat had picked up its pace.. He had thrown a paper ball.

The both of you hadn’t spoken about what happened last evening, considering how you had fled almost immediately after what happened. You resisted the urge to bury your face in your history of magic textbook and pretend that Jennie had influenced you into sleeping as well. Too late for that.

Keep it cool Y/N.

You watched as Hoseok flicked his wand and a paper crane came sailing in your direction and landed in front of your table. No one else noticed it, the class was half asleep, or else the rest of the students were doing their own stuff.

Curious, you unfolded the crane, which was rather well folded and cutely, to find a note inside it.

I’m sorry about last night. I don’t wanna make things awkward between us. Sorry?

You smiled fondly, shaking your head at Hoseok. Only he would do something like this.

You scribbled something down in the note and levitated the crane back to him once you finished refolding it.

He glanced at the note before beaming and you rolled your eyes before returning to diligently taking down notes.

Forgiven, it’s not like you saw me naked anyway.

“Yeah, just so you know, I really really didn’t see you naked yesterday.”

You folded your arms as you made your rounds around the school corridors with Hoseok. “Yes Hoseok, I know. If not I would have hexed your balls off.”

Hoseok ran a hand through his hair. “Really?”

You looked at him. “Did you forget what happened with Jungkook last year?”

You had landed Jungkook in the hospital wing last year because the Slytherin had caused a cauldron to blow up in your face and your work for that potions lesson to be destroyed. Whether by accident or not, you didn’t care. The soot on your face and your burnt hair must have added onto the effect of you looking like a madwoman as you chased Jungkook out of the classroom and into the corridor with your wand and several jinxes jumping out of your mouth.

Really, you had almost gotten your prefect badge removed for that.

Hoseok chuckled. “You wouldn’t do that to your favourite person to do prefect duty with.”

“Who said you were my favourite?” You pretended to shrug/

Hoseok raised both eyebrows at you as you two finished your rounds and stopped outside the Hufflepuff common room entrance.

“I’m going to the prefects bathroom. Just letting you know in case you decide to barge in again.”

“Hey, you were the one who barged in. I was having the time of my life with bubbles in the water.” You gave him a wave before tapping the password and entering the common room.

“Honestly though, I wouldn’t mind seeing your flustered reaction if you had barged in.” Hoseok called. “It’s endearing!”

You didn’t hear that as you went to your dormitory.

Jennie waved her hand in your face as you stared out at the Quidditch Pitch.

“Hello, earth to Y/N?”

You blinked as you turned to face her. “What?”

“We came here to have a picnic you know. Not to ogle at people flying around in broomsticks.”

You nodded as you chewed slowly on your sandwich.

“Or is it because your fellow prefect is one of those people on a broomstick?”

You blushed slightly. Hoseok was indeed flying and zooming around the pitch along with his circle of friends. He was chasing after Taehyung whose booming laugh could be heard throughout the pitch.

He just looked so free.

“Hey Hoseok hyung!” You turned your head towards Jimin who was at the other end of the pitch nearer to you with Min Yoongi who had a broomstick in his hand, but made no move to clamber onto. “Get Yoongi Hyung to move his lazy ass on a broomstick would you?”

You watched as Yoongi shoved Jimin. “You honestly should be in Slytherin instead of me. Trust you to use Hoseok against me.”

“I know you are still sore over losing to me in the race the other day. All of us do. Besides, you actually, do want to fly on a broomstick, get on with it”

Hoseok had flown over beside Yoongi. “Come on, get your ass on a broomstick and fly.”

“Let’s race.”

Hoseok rolled his eyes. “Why are you so competitive?”

Yoongi smirked as he looked over in your and Jennie’s direction.

“Not a normal race. See those two ladies over there? How about we take them along with us? Hi Jennie.”

You turned to face Jennie incredulously, only to rakish that she was blushing as Yoongi gave her a wave.

“Wait, you know him personally?”

“Uh, I may have bumped into him a few times these few weeks.”

You didn’t even realise that the two of them had come up to the both of you and you stared up at Hoseok open mouthed as he offered his hand to you.

“Care to go for a ride with me?” He grinned at you. “Unless you are afraid of heights.” He teased.

You scoffed as you took his hand and helped yourself up, and Jennie did the same with Yoongi before clambering over the broomstick with Hoseok.

“You can uh, wrap your arms around me. It’s going to be a fast ride.”

You coughed slightly as you tentatively leaned forward and out your arms around his waist.

He felt so warm and huggable.

Yoongi smirked at Hoseok as Jimin came up to the both of you.

“Hi!” He greeted the you and Jennie as he waved a flag in his hand. “First pair to make ten rounds wins!”

There was no warning as Hoseok took off immediately you only managed to register the wind in your face as the both of you took the skies. Jerking forward, you landed on Hoseok’s back with your head on his shoulder.

Well, this wasn’t what you had planned for the weekend, but you weren’t going to complain.

“You okay?” You could barely hear Hoseok’s voice hanks to the wind whooshing in your ears but you managed a yes before registering Yoongi and Jennie flying beside the both of you. Jennie gave you a small wave before giggling and snuggling slightly closer to Yoongi.

Wow, your best friend was gonna spill spill and spill later on.

Turning your head, you looked down and your breath hitched as you took in the vast landscape and greenery of the mountains rolling around, and the fog in the distance, along with the Black Lake and the castle all together.

Beautiful.

You didn’t even notice as your ponytail came undone and your rubber band slipped off into Merlin knows where.

“Wow. I’ve never seen Hogwarts from this point of view.” You murmured.

“It’s wonderful isn’t it?” Hoseok said as he zoomed around the pitch, making his fifth or sixth lap? You weren’t sure.

“Um yeah, but it’s really hard to take in with all this racing around.”

Hoseok chuckled. “One day, Y/N, I’ll take you flying for real.”

You opened your mouth to say something but at that moment, Yoongi overtook the both of you, smirking at Hoseok as he did so.

“So long losers!” He yelled.

Hoseok glanced at you, your head still in his shoulder. “But for now, we gotta speed up.”

You weren’t sure whether the scream that escaped you was lost in the wind as Hoseok pushed the broomstick to go faster than you though possible, and you clung onto him for dear life, shutting your eyes as your hair whipped your face while you buried your face in Hoseok’s shoulder.

You didn’t even register his whoop of delight as he made it past Jimin’s raised flag.

Setting the broomstick to hover above the ground gently, Hoseok turned to face you as he helped you off the broomstick your face dazed and your heart still thumping wildly.

“What? Where?” You blinked, mouth parted, as you took in Hoseok’s grinning face in front of you, before you giggled slightly.

“Your hair looks so fluffy!” You managed to say before Hoseok swooped you up in his arms and kissed you full on the lips gently.

His embrace was warm and you chuckled as something warm washed away the surprise that had overtaken you at first before Hoseok combed his fingers through your hair

It felt perfect.

“You just looked so cute with your hair all messed up.” Hoseok said sheepishly as he set you back on your feet. “Go to Hogsmeade with me next week?

“That wasn’t a bad way to ask someone out. A broomstick race, kissing her and then the invite.” You chuckled. “But yes. So did we win?”

Hoseok’s face was one of pure delight. “ I’ve been wanting to ask you out since the first time we did prefect duty together.” He pointed to Yoongi behind him. “What do you think?”

“Yah! Couldn’t you have let me win so I could have celebrated it with a kiss too?”

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rauliskafan · 7 years

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A Hard Lesson in Illusions: Chapter 1

Authors’ Note: Happy Wednesday, everyone!!! Sadly, no new SVU tonight, but @vintagemichelle91 and I have the next best thing as we kick off the next part of our series! Enjoy!!! :)

“Don’t… don’t…”

Natalia’s voice hitched in her throat, her heart pounding as she stretched her arms over her head. As she turned deeper into her husband, Rafael’s fingers found hers, their hands locking as he stretched up in search of her mouth.

“Don’t what?” he murmured in the wake of each kiss, one hand leaving hers to glide down her back as she winded her legs around his waist. Natalia gasped at the loss of his lips, peering into his eyes as he buried his head between her breasts. Their bodies rocked as one until she caught his gaze once more.

“Well, hermosa,” he teased.

“Don’t… stop,” she managed to moaned, his cock throbbing inside her, her entire body trembling as his actions defied her desires, his thrusts almost non-existent as he slowly threaded his fingers through her hair. Natalia pressed her palm to his chest, her eyes watery, her lashes fluttering when he winked over a smirk and eased her back to the rumpled sheets.

“Say that again,” he whispered into her neck as he drizzled silky kisses down her frame. Almost powerless, she could do nothing but whimper her wish.

“i No te escucho.”

“More… now…”

Lifting his body, his torso glistening with sweat in the early morning light filtering through the bedroom window, Rafael traced the outline of her parted lips, her parched lips and caught the hand still over his heart. Bringing her palm to his mouth, he slowly suckled the tip of each finger until he guided her hand lower, holding it tightly over her quivering belly as she rubbed his arm.

“Make me… make me yours.”

“When was that ever in question?” he asked.

Slowly, the corners of her lips shifted into a smile. He had her there. From the instant they met, during the dark days when fate had its fun at their expense and pulled them apart…

…when she gave providence a self-pitying push and fled from his side in a fit of fury. Never for a single second. Even if their lust was not linked at the break of dawn or the height of moonlight or any myriad of moments in between, her heart was in his hands, his breath filling her lungs and giving her life as his soul penetrated her mind until she was at a loss to where his thoughts ended and hers began.

“I need you.”

“Desperately, Natalia?”

“Damn straight.”

Summoning the small ounce of strength still at her disposal, she shot up and pushed him back, her vibrations giving him no choice but to move within her, to plunge deeper. Rafael arched his hips to honor her most fervent request, and there was no way he did not hear the ecstatic cry consuming the air as she struggled to stay on her knees, to savor every second of the climax.

“Yes… yes! Just… like that!”

Falling into him, her arms tightening around his neck as he lingered in her moist mound, Natalia stroked his damp hair and peppered his chin with soft kisses as she sighed into his shoulder.

“Not so loud, hermosa,” he said as he twisted one finger around her wrist, his free hand lost in her tangled tresses.

“Seriously?” she asked as she found his eyes, her contented breath gradually subsiding as he waggled his eyebrows. “You were the one that couldn’t hear.”

“But we wouldn’t want the neighbors to call the cops, now would we?” he challenged.

“It’s a good thing that you have so many of them in your corner.” At that he chuckled and pinched her breast, a fresh stream of her laughter ringing through the room as he pulled out and slipped to her side. He held her, kissed her quiet until his mouth bathed her cheeks, until they need nothing than to stare into one another’s eyes.

“What a way to start the day,” he said as Natalia traced random shapes into his chest, his arms.

“Or pick up where we left off last night.”

She remembered the way he had watched her dry the dishes after Violetta went to bed, his eyes hungry as he leered over his scotch and finally stepped behind her. His hands had hooked around her waist as he swayed in time to her efforts with the dishrag... turning into his embrace before they stumbled up the steps, tearing at each other’s clothes.

“This reminds me of our honeymoon,” Natalia started. “I forgot how much… stamina you had.”

“Is that the only reason you married me? My stamina?”

“Well… that was a huge part of it.”

Stroking his softening cock, Natalia burst into another fit of laughter as he brought her on top of him, nipping at her neck, her earlobes until he paused and pressed his brow to hers.

“Whatever the reason, you are mine. And nothing will change that.”

Holding him again as she gave him a light nod, Natalia started to grow drowsy. Soon… too soon he was bound to leave the bed. The idea of helping him dress, snapping his suspenders into place before smoothing any wrinkles from his vest brimmed with its own kind of pleasure.

But it also meant that he would be gone. And as of late, Natalia was turning even more and more to his way of thinking, a spectacular sorrow overtaking her senses whenever he was out of her sight.

“Call out today,” she begged as she played with fingers. “Stay with me. Always.”

His eyes flooded with worry and she forced a smile under the heat of his hand.

“I want to,” he said. “But you know that I---”

“Have to go into the office,” she said finishing his thought. “Already too much time off this year on account of your sad little wife.”

Because of London. Because of the loss of their baby that still brought tears to her eyes at least once a day. As much as she hated feeling fragile and causing him concern, she was safest in his arms and wanted their nights to never end.

“Natalia, I---”

“It’s alright, Atticus,” she assured him. “You have a job to do.”

“And a life to live with you, hermosa. I’ll be back soon. It won’t be as long as you think.”

On that he might have a point. With school out for the summer, she would busy herself with Violetta, take her to the park. They’d lunch like proper ladies and she’d let her little girl wear the bonnet that had become her favorite fashion accessory. What then? Maybe a visit to Trevor? Her sweet pea was still working out the fact that the man with the funny voice was her Pop-Pop. He always knew enough to have two sweets in his pocket. One for her and one for Harold. Who always opted to share so Violetta got a second helping. They’d return to the townhouse to prepare dinner. Just like that Rafael would reappear.

And Natalia would sink into his arms, never wanting to let him go.

“I know,” she said as she propped her body up on her elbow, patting his cheek with a smirk.

“What?” he asked.

“Someone needs a shave,” she quipped. “I’ve never known a man who grew a beard so quickly.”

“And you’ll never know another one,” he said as he sat up and tried to kiss her only to lose the chance as her feet hit the floor. “Hey! What are you doing?”

“Come with me.”

Obeying the order as their hands melded together, Rafael followed her into the bathroom.

“Here,” she said, handing him a towel.

“What’s this for?” he queried.

“To cover up. Or I’m bound to get too close.”

“And that’s a bad thing?” His stubbled face took on a whiter shade as she flashed the razor and tenderly touched it to his cheek.

“I simply must focus, Atticus.”

“Cuts both ways,” he said as he pointed to her robe hanging off the back of the door.

“Is that a pun?”

“Partly. But I think this is one moment where you won’t want me squirming.”

“Touché.”

Once she wore the robe, Natalia ran the water and lathered his face. Gently dragging the razor across his skin, she wondered if there would ever come a day when he would dare to don the five o’clock shadow in court. The look suited him, somehow made him seem younger even though the flecks of silver dominating the top his head tended to coat his cheeks overnight... every night.

“You take such good care of me,” he said.

“Hold your tongue,” she cautioned with another stroke. “Violetta will be beside herself if you come to breakfast with a boo boo.”

“But then you could kiss it and make me all better.”

Tempting as that was, Natalia gingerly tweaked his nose and watched him fight to sit still as she cradled the back of his head and made short work of his jawline. The bristles that had been the beard dripped down the drain and once the work was done, she discarded the razor and helped him to his feet.

“Time to splash some water on your face.”

“You’re not going to kiss me clean?”

“You want me to get soap in my mouth?” she asked.

“After all that dirty talk, I think might you need it!”

“Cute, counselor.”

Using a washcloth instead of her lips, Natalia smiled at her job well done and let him take stock of her handiwork in the mirror.

“Lovely, right?”

“It’s… acceptable,” he said.

“Excuse you! Most men would pay for a shave like that.”

“Are you suddenly suggesting that your services are for sale?” he asked.

“How much are you paying?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know!”

She squealed as he gathered her into his arms and carried her back to the bed. Laughing as they seemed ready for round three, they paused as Violetta called out from the nursery.

“Do you think we woke her?” Natalia whispered as she covered his mouth with her hand.

“I wouldn’t worry about it. She’s just an early riser. Come on.”

Just like that he shifted gears from a wanton sex god to the world’s sweetest Papi as he clasped her hand. How many men looked forward to their child waking up with such glee? She settled under his arm and kissed his smooth face, his hand ready to open Violetta’s door when Natalia moved to the tips of her toes and peered at him hard.

“What?” he asked.

“Nothing. Only that I love you. So very much.”

One more kiss and they put on their game faces to greet someone already standing in her crib. Wearing the mask painted with eyelashes that she simply had to have as soon as she saw it in a store window. The big girl bed would be their next purchase. Maybe they’d hunt in earnest as soon as the weekend came around.

“There’s my sweet pea!” Natalia beamed, picking the little girl up, removing the sleep mask, and rubbing her nose to her daughter’s tiny face. Violetta faintly chuckled but then pushed back.

“Something wrong, muñequita?” Rafael asked. Violetta narrowed her gaze and tilted her head to the side.

“Papi, why?”

“Why what?”

“Why you not stop when Mami say so? She scream so loud!”

His perfectly shaved cheeks turned beet red as Natalia giggled.

“Don’t worry, sweet pea,” she soothed. “Mami is not hurt. Papi made me feel all better. It was a happy sound.”

“Oh, for crying out loud, Natalia,” he said, his blush intensifying. She shot him a wink, and his face relaxed as Violetta rolled her eyes.

“Guess I trust you,” she said. “But, Mami, keep the happy noise down. Some people like to sleep in.”

And at that Rafael joined in the laughter, kissing him both as he offered to start breakfast before they had to face the day.

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